Looking Out Of A Face

Listening to music

in familiar environment

is familiar…but, what’s 

odd, is that the face is not

me anymore, simply, that 

which looks….the trees…

the placid sky asleep before

it goes out….knowing when

to close the windows…

satisfied, having eaten,

having imbibed…out of my

face I see the time now, it’s

swirls, knowing when, in the

short term, like, now, but, 

resonance of then, to get up,

spray the bugs bugging me…

that could be a life, if you’re 

looking for one…no one is

accusing anyone of anything…

just look down.

When you get to this place,

or, you think you are there,

change is inevitable, because

it already happened…then,

fortunate, lucky Fool, you

are left with nothing left but

the truth….oh no…it’s not

mine, it’s yours.