i conspire with retired addicts to place limits on restricts,
the pharmaceutical industry of pain points
to where i’ve been but not where i’m going
i envisioned a life different than this
one with responsibility to make this shift,
i thought we’d be on to it,
by now,
reaping what we’d sown,
well, perhaps, it’s almost grown,
and those of us with jobs,
who are no slobs
those of us who’ve stayed engaged,
possibly out of rage,
at this stage,
i realize i’ve been silly
a fool for love, yet,
out of wanting to own and possess it
actually i wasn’t in a hurry
i have all night and all winter too
to hole up in a little apartment with you
volunteer the hell outta political activism
snuggle in warm slippers and knit our anxiety into things
penetrating new levels of sure things,
one sure thing, i’ll be re-learning how to sing
humming and strumming and being at whim