I've been busy
walking the double yellow lines
of a streetÂ
that may be too busy-
too impassable,
even for my quick wit.
I've been confused
deciphering the cryptic looks
the misdirected confessions-
and now I regret not stepping
to the safety of the sidewalk...
I regret, not dodging you-
not following my first instincts.
I am caught up now
woven into this terrible joke-
loose threads and worn patches
leave much to be desired-
I can't find the sentence
where all your reasons
for pushing me aroundÂ
are justified... are dignified...
I can't hold this rulebook anymore-
binding cracked, pages torn...
I am busy... still wanderingÂ
down the center lane-
oblivious to the warning sounds...
your voice, telling me how to be...
your voice, laughing outwardly-
I am disgraced...
I am still searching for the punch line.
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