Yes I Will Play In Traffic - Poem by Kay Gardner
I am wisdom and perfection in the most innocent and flawed ways.
The graceful clumsiness is what I use as a distraction from the truth,
I am putting on a show for them and you,
Deep breaths make my lines walk straighter,
and as the horizon falls my converse balance faded on yellow highway guidelines,
I keep my venus flytrap eyelashes down ward and ask:
'where is home? '
Vagabond mystique painting pictures with words,
The wordsmith mistress,
I carry frustration in a separate pair of jeans,
The real issue is something you'll never be good enough to know.
And that's the reason why my pale skin glows,
A wise man once told me knowledge was power,
but what is power when the rest of the world in deaf dumb and blind?
I am the last woman on earth,
and the world revolves around spiritless air and vanity.
I need a dollar and a dream,
or else there is no real way to make a life worth living.
Put money in my pocket, and I'll still be full of it.
These thin green sheets tend to run away like heartbroken boys with trust issues,
I'll find a way to make it, just like I'll find a way to forget you,
Almost regrettably because I could see myself falling for you,
But i stay balanced,
Devoting my lungs to oxygen and networking,
The webs that make these footsteps travel,
This winding road seems so cliche,
But I'll dedicate these yellow-line traffic injuries,
to finding my way
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