My Friend the Enemy


You crowd me in

You crowd me out

You push me down

And haul me by the collar

And shake shake shake


You make me bow

You make me scrape

You make me lift

You make me wait for never


And, when never comes

There I am suspended



Rent into pieces falling,

Falling and never to land

Safe and sound

Just falling

Like autumn leaves spent

Asunder and scattered at the passing heels

Of persons passing, passing ever passing past hope and care

Till I am not there

Just gone…


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