Travelers Welcome

Travelers Welcome

Sunday, August 21, 2011

WHAT I MEAN WHEN I SAY ME

by Craig Scott

I am an old man reading his
     newspaper.
I am a surgeon with broken
     hands.
I am your son shouting hate
     at an aslant pencil.
I am notes about nothing written
     on scraps of dirty paper.
I am the lights going out.
I am the hungry mongrel dog in the
     street.
I am the lonely air waiting to
     be breathed.
I am to blame.
I’m sorry.

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