Slipping Through Life
I slip through life
like an envelope
pushed through
a clearance at
the bottom of
a door. I slip right
in unnoticed. I
get stepped on
sometimes. I’m
like the letter,
unopened, with
lots to say that
no one will read.
Slipping Through Life
I slip through life
like an envelope
pushed through
a clearance at
the bottom of
a door. I slip right
in unnoticed. I
get stepped on
sometimes. I’m
like the letter,
unopened, with
lots to say that
no one will read.
The Beatnik Cowboy 