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Wayward Motions If God only knew about the cigarettes-
Last night's Marlboro was left to wilt in your Hand.
Diagnosis, diagnosis-
You can't hide your swollen feet from Me.
The observant Daughter;
Like you, like Me.
The desk lamp light radiates heat into
the pores.
Thousands upon thousands
of hours have been spent pouring
over webs of words.
The self-indulgent C.I.A.-
And right here in my own home!
You retired so that you could start
a business.
What irony is this!
If God only knew about the questions-
Two days ago you asked, next week you will ask again.
"Yes, I am graduating this semester."
"My name is Sara. Not Aunt Patty."
Diagnosis, diagnosis-
Like a chorus in a song, let us repeat for
an optimal experience!
You nod at the wheel, sentences go unfinished-
We're sorry Sir, but you've
missed the turn ten hundred miles ago.
You probably could have reached
Dante's 9th level in hell!
If God only knew about the Smile-
The one that has a For Sale sign posted.
Diagnosis, diagnosis-
You tilt and you lean, the knees
shudder under pressure.
If only my eyes were playing me
for a fool.
Your shadow is growing ever
larger- your eyes, like dark pools.
How long before I will only find you
in dreams?
Will it be this soon?
