Life's what they made it

I feel like I'm sliding
into the eye of a needle,

walking down market street
naked as a featherless jay bird

realizing life's not what you make it
it's something somebody else made,

out of your hang ups and loose ends
a needle lost in a world of haystack

I feel like I'm swimming towards the egg
a lonely wriggle in the cosmic snake race,

one more forked tongue in Eve's angelic ear
one more new skin just as tight as the old one.


jgh©2008