Wednesday, February 4, 2009

play-a-round

her life is everywhere -
she is a ping pong ball.
she has hit every possible corner.
whatever, though, she enjoys it - 
she enjoys herself.

his life is nowhere -
he is a bowling ball.
he lamely rolls into the gutters.
whatever, though, he wallows in it-
he wallows in himself.

their life is somewhere -
together they are a billiards ball.
the ultimate compromise - hitting edges and rolling into pockets.
whatever, though, they love it-
they love each other's self.

and the game says that no one 
can possibly pass their pool table by
without playing-a-round; take a shot. shoot.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i love you rikkiiiiiith