Pathetic

We travellers with steel-belted brains
cannot prevent desire from rising
like a coughing fit in the esophogus
emerging as post hoc philosophizing.

Many men who
should have bent
and stood strong
are now tormented.

Other men who
should have stuck
to their guns are
still on the run.

Life affects every man differently
some of us settle and then resent
some will not and then wish they had
done what their heart first intended.

A man finally
signs his name
then he changes it.
Is he the same?

Go stay
stay go
make a guess
never know.

Why did I go she wants to know now
what can be told is not truly a tale
not a tied-together rope of reasons
more like how a fish jumps out of a pail.

A man takes
what he is given
and gives back
until he is forgiven.

Like a dog circles and fusses around his bed
like an English child tries to speak in German
like an amputee reaches across a room
like a weatherman looks for his storm.

A man tried
to maintain
a higher plane but
it’s so mundane.

We travelers we men of the sky
we travelers between should and could
we live off the wet of the dry
we are here but we are no good.

A man takes
what he is given
and gives back
until he is forgiven.

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