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Thursday, January 03, 2008

CHAOS FOCUS

Me with my big ideas
small feet
untrimmed hair

I'm calling for action
begging for a reason
asking for too much

Who decides what's deserved
and what's uncalled for?

Me with my half baked plans
and scuffed up boots
and scary eyes

I'm feeling my crooked teeth
cracking my knuckles
wanting too much

Who decides what happens
and what gets left unsaid?

Me with my nightmares
big lips
road rash knees.

I do.

9 comments:

FOUR DINNERS said...

I like chaos and never focus.

This I like. Nice one babe

dilling said...

I likey...very much

A Paperback Writer said...

Then don't "defer the dream." Go live it.

Anissa said...

I'm very impressed. Poetry is a rare gift.

Heidi the Hick said...

Yep, it's rare...it only comes out once every four months or so.

Thank you. I always cringe a little when I put one of these out there into the world.

Tod said...

I like this :)

Anita said...

Very nice.

coffeypot said...

I do poetry, too. Roses are red, violets are blue and I don't give a shit, how 'bout you?

Applauses appreciated and I am bowing. My peeps admire me.

Heidi the Hick said...

Oh the poetry is all about the admiration.

pffft! bwahahaha!