I was not yet ready to get my

discovery of laying out of my soul

for you the last time I visited, I

had begun to face where my life was

at, and in full dissatisfaction had

turned my face away from what I needed,

I could not have written one page of

my notebook if I had bothered to find it after

all this time, your comments and looks

would not have gotten a better reaction

from a brick wall, and I am friends

with quite a few of those, you and I are

alike, I can tell by our fists, when have

the clouds parted like this before? The

groaning in pain and prayer had not

even started yet, can I touch your scar if

you touch my red? I thought I was

cleaning out the system when I had some of

that poisoned green drink, color and stamina

have joined the trail my feet walk to make the

minutes bond into hours, and no, on that side

of the fence there isn’t any grass either,

but if you just keep on being true to

yourself, all will be revealed.

as old Joe says,

you only live once,

but if you do it right,

once is enough