The Next Poem

Starts out like all the rest…

a title…a concept like life..

where are you going to go

from square one, 

my little one…my baby, my 

son? Turn around and you’re

walking…turn around and

you’re grown….

(Vers 1)

..turn around and you’re

fucked up in a holel of 

your own.

(Vers 2)

Turn around and you’re

turned around knowing

nowhere to go.

(Vers 3)

Turn around and you’re

famous, with no way

to know.

(Vers 4) 

Turn around and

when you stop you can’ t

remember where you been.

(Vers 5)

This is just the next poem…

I always knew when to stop.

That’s why I’m still here.