Sunday, September 27, 2009
Post-Depression
Pols fond of “kicking
the can down the road.”
As a kid, sneaker on
the actual can. So alone,
thudding heart scans black-
ness for those who leap
out and kick that can--
once I’ve left it to ferret
them out. Scraping tinniness
bouncing away. Despair
at being “it” again. Playing
very late as parents drank,
kicked down the road.
Labels: depression, kick the can
