Autobio
I am leading my life from the kitchen table
Watching the world pass by on its cloudy footsteps
Thru insincere manicured lawns
I know you understand.

I am leading my life from the sad plains of Texas
With memories of snapping powdery bazooka Joe
Bubble gum until my jaw hurt,
riding banana seat bicycles with cardboard in the spokes,
and in summer eating hot watermelon by the bare handful
that tasted like cotton candy melting in my mouth.

I am leading my life from the aisles of the bookstore
Paying penance to the suffering ones before me,
With worn out dust jackets and spines cracked with love.
Waiting for my name to be on one,desperately
Dangling from my toes into infinity,
Into another restless writers block day.

I am leading my life from the picture of mother
Still alive and smiling in her green cotton dress
Sitting in a plaza in Mexico City, with the reflection
Of hope in her gold rimmed bifocal glasses.
My fathers hands
warm on her shoulders, and
Standing a step behind as if he finally knew his destined space.

I am leading my life from the foot of her fresh grave
Staring into the impossibilities she left me.
The lessons that were never taught, the love
That was never reciprocated.

I am leading my life from half eaten suppers
Full ashtrays, and empty bottles of wine
Clicking computer keyboards and an ever expanding
Yawn of questions that never get answered.

I am leading my life
I am leading my life
I am leading my life
But Im too tired to follow