Friday, June 16, 2006

Sitting On a Toilet

Sitting on a toilet
I have no time.
Taking up space
That is not mine.

Always hunting
A place to be;
Your expectations
Are never me.

I've dreamed of life
Upon the moon.
I've dreamed of living
The silver spoon.

I think of life
In mountain caves,
And envy the safety
Of being brave.

If I live on
Ten thousand years,
Look in this spot
I'll still be here.

The longing ache;
A woman's breast.
To lay down my head
For eternal rest.

Seeking refuge;
There's none outside me.
But will I find it
With none inside me?

1 comment:

Harry Homeless said...

Actually, I did start writing this while on the toilet.