: About Me

Funny how some words stick Father's admonishing voice Still rattles through the cage Teacher's scowling brow Still plays nightly in technicolor horror show So you climb Blistered feet and hands Leave stark souvenirs of every lump overstepped But your mind is wired just so And eventually it's the blister that matters And not the ruined life it represents Because you climb Which is not to say you didn't falter Not to say their weren't plateaus There was the woman Almost diverted With soft curves and healing smiles How the blisters stopped their throbbing But only for a blink Because with a s...