December 2011

I Am All This But Nothing

I am no queen
No superwoman
No starlit of
the silver screen

I am a gob of spit
glowing in the dark
The saliva on your shoe
when you step out
onto the sidewalk

But I know these streets
breathing hot fumes
into your lungs
I know the clock
that melts your days away

I am the nothing
you will wake up to one day