12/1/12 12:29pm – 12/3/12 2:05am
the arrival of balance
i only don’t wish to speak to you
because i’d rather listen to you talk.
any word i contribute is one less word
of yours i’ve allowed myself.
thank you for your availability.
i’d rather you not call my name and
have to answer you with the whisper of
retreating steps.
you’ve delivered me to the realization
that all my words should be put to use
upon arrival.
whether or not you meant to.
your casual conversations can be looked
at in two ways.
i choose to view them in the most
sincere light possible
the latter not worth mentioning i’m so
convinced of the first.
watch as they write you off with your age.
which is hardly worth mentioning either.
they would just as soon write you off
if you struck up these same
conversations in your unchiselled youth
or in the ripenening that can be seen
following us all.
they leave only a cracked window for
you and i.
little do they know; for themselves too.
when may I ask is their birthday?
& on what day will the same hands
that cracked that window be heard
tapping in hopes of rentry?
a window can never be a door.
therefore they should not treat it like so.
those who crawl to pass the time until
the arrival of balance are not invited.
those who crawl because they’ve walked
for too long receive no invitation.
but never has a man who has entered
by window done so by any different means.