Kim Dang Poems
|43.||I'Ve Turned Around.||11/12/2007|
|44.||Make It Difficult.||12/4/2007|
|45.||Who Was I To Make You Wait For Me.||12/22/2007|
|47.||A Risky Stroll On Building Edges.||1/1/2008|
|48.||Engender Thicker Seams Around My Sewn Heart||1/21/2008|
|49.||It Takes Annums For Me To Get This Serendipitous||1/29/2008|
|53.||An Honest Gasp, My Breath's Escape.||3/16/2008|
|55.||Blank Slates; We'Re Magnets||4/10/2008|
|57.||Free From My Pebble.||5/31/2008|
|58.||Busy With A Dream.||6/5/2008|
|59.||Balancing On A String Of Words||6/10/2008|
|62.||They Matter Naught To Me.||9/21/2008|
|68.||6: 15 Am||8/3/2008|
A civil war rages onwards
between my mind's freedom vs. my
will's institutionalized cage.
Every action premeditated to appease
my academic overlords, my C.V.
Every wavering thought betraying the efficiency
at hand, because I'm wondering.
I ponder outside my self made
cubicle and it deafens me with the
I'm not allowed!
outside these boundaries
my guilt will hound me
and admittedly as these hours flit by
I'm not as carefree.
I've lost that fight years ago,
when I checked out of my multitasking fantasy
When I left my pipe ...
those cautious glances, eyebrows arched to form a slight hill of your T zone, your aptly rated suggestions, the whispered sweet somethings reaching out to me like how your fingertips reach out to me. It's like I'm scooting to the other end of the backseat and you can hear my recovered slacks rubbing against the now, moist leather covers of this ca