Up, down and all around
by Caroline(by Charles Bukowski, copied from The Night Torn Mad with Footsteps)
i sometimes get edgy
wonder where i’m at,
miss a step or two, feel
lost.
everybody i know seems
taller
more intelligent
kinder
than i am
and
of course
not as
ugly.
but that mood never
lasts
very long.
i take a good
look around,
a straight
hard look around
and then
i know
better
but just
for a
while.