J.H. Lee
central time
1.
conditions that i've
known fluctuate
in my shorthand residual mind
curiously flighty
with any concerns socialites might have
i've secured
little gathered only a few odd pieces
like tattered remnants found after a
consuming fire
only i
understand the nature of their harsh language
how can i
justify sharing such personal knowledge
trying untaught ears at this moment
2.
where i lived
once i felt the strength to govern my world
with respect for time and its ultimate
power over all things
some scraps i
keep may give account for future lives
of trivial things practiced by a child
defending mankind against ignorance...
it was in central time that i grew and learned
felt hurt and cried and saw changes...
reflections now torment me
there is so much spread out far and near
3.
on highways with white lines
crossing over and under great stretches
of paved land
toward points of interest
my journey was sacred
made with dangerous ease
blurred quickly by poor memory
"against authority!" was the battle cry
but when reaching into my pocket found
nothing
i realized all i really wanted was a sense of
freedom
a taste of pleasure
in taking comfort
in me
in my own time
like anyone else would