the shift

i see the burgeoning bareness of my wall
a bright red S still stands
has it been a year already?
silently time creeps
i'm not getting any younger
seeps into my head
the world i envisioned
"what do you want to be when you grow up?"
i never really knew
and still
don't

the boxes slowly making their way
into my soon uninhabited space
a new year comes again
and still i stand
it does go faster with age

the corners have collected dust
and tending has become a must

this year in reflection
is quite a spectrum

my mind cleared
with the California space
and i got diseased legs
but i believe
i made way
for all things great
turned 24
saw some of the world
snow on my bones
and now found a new place
to call home

soon the hanged man series
will become me
(oh death, I can't even think of thee)
i fear the formation
yet
welcome the woe
as, it makes the best words you know

can she hang like he?

i'll just have to wait
till 2007 to see