tahtonkah

i think i can control more things than i can
but that is thee tender plight
of life
like a good plane
taking off
from a smooth well lit
runway

i love
the smell of
my room after it rains a good
long time
hay smell
steel old smell
drugs in a orange canister
and all my thoughts
slippin and foldin
like a fish in an all
expansive
river

so many
no's
in this life
but it can be so calm
alone
at night
and pleasant
like
i am alone
a carpenter
of this room
i have placed evrything
but i am but a guest
i turn the light out
of this motel
existence and wait
for the rain to
turn to dry