All My Life, Spirals
In the toilet,
my piss foam swirling
with the melodic ring
of urination.
As long as I have been alive,
circulating.
And now, in Santa Fe,
the Anasazi circle of Time.
Revolving in my mind,
these times, past 2000.
And now, always circling.
Wind, always blowing.
Never bind.
January 16, 2000
(Poem I found scratched onto a sheet of typewriter paper while going through boxes during my move.)
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