stuck

stuck she says

& I cannot move

though I hate it here

well I guess that’s what

works for you right now I said

otherwise you’d be on your way

the tears begin to fall all slow

but I’m stuck don’t you understand?

I can help you begin to see clear

but I figure you don’t want that way

what keeps you glued to the ground

is the foundation you put there once

thought it’d keep you safe & sound

& if I chip away at all of that?

what will work for you best

is for you to begin to see

the future you really want

another place other than here

oh you she said

your poet notions daft

if I could do that

you think I’d be here stuck?

& I the daft poet wandered away

unstuck

anything else?

those cats

would do anything to protect me

yank me off the street

pat me down

put me in a cage for an hour

or a day

checking me out for drugs

which if they did make me stupid

did not make me daft enough

to carry them when these guardians

just might be around

to slam me to the ground

stamping on my long hair

kicking in the nuts

suggesting I get a hair cut

find a new place to hang

& they’d let me go

with a nod to be careful

on those streets out there

& I’d smile sweet let them know

well, officer when I got you

to protect me

what can go wrong?

unless there is anything else

I should know?