By kevin urenda Date: 20 October 1999
Would I become
a mind numbing ditty
the kind of boy band
sing along disposable words
that will be forgotten tomorrow?
Would I be
an unintelligible scribble
not even you could read
an unknown and unknowable
scrawl on the scrap paper
of your life?
Or
Would I be loving
words woven on a loom
of inspiration
heirloom quality everlasting
expressions of abiding passion?
I
feel like a psychology textbook
collecting dust on a shelf
a set of construction drawings
rolled up and leaning in the corner
or the funny papers
in the recycle box in the garage
nothing special...
10/14/99