brown bagged confessions.

everyone is waiting
for he to become we:
our dreams and projections.
a universal hope that
fails because of odds
and authority issues.

what about he and his?
dreams
hopes
morals
codes
woes
quarells
of self
and those
that help.

walking, crossing
lines and time
of silent cabbage patch
ramblings...scribblings.

crosses borne
of self preservation
and halos drawn of
oil sticks and redtoothed
bliss.

let you and me be we.
for now is what i wish yesterday
could have been.