Once Again

Poultry was the squish mud
made between my bare toes.
People would meet me 'cause
I looked like I wanted to
be met.
We'd joke & choke on our
laughter as it all grew smaller,
until we had no more jokes
and our eyes became serious.
Introspective - I can't stop from
looking inside and seeing what I
think I want; I know I need.
Constipation wasn't an object till 4th
grade, laserguns and plastic bats
and grand theft auto.
There were never questions without
answers. When we spoke, we
thought we knew of what we
said. When our hair grew out,
We clipped it short. When we
grew tired, we drove on as if
we were in a car on some
superhighway.
When the time came I was left
behind, Unprepared for what lay
ahead and sheltered by what
lay behind. The hands on the
clock go 'round & 'round, numbers
count up & up.

When, may I ask, will we
all run out of batteries and
stop, meeting each other for the
first time once again?