Poem: Sometime Soon.

Some days you’re the pigeon, other days you’re the statue. Is that

how the saying goes? Fuck knows, but it’s been a long

time since I’ve felt like a pigeon – and

even longer since I’ve wanted to.

I’ll take whatever crap you throw at me. I’ll get up from this

slumber, remove my feet from the concrete and fling it right back.

Sometime soon.