Overfed

my heart is dead and satisfied
full of old love and regret, it has eaten its full
to bursting. all that is left are soiled dreams
and fleshy craving.
my blood will call out for thirst never again to another,
for it is in abundance to an overflowing in tears.

I, Mover

moving again
moving moving again
its the dance of life and living and stuff
its just that i've moved before
and the old moving moved
and though i don't like it here
i miss where i was going
then and then
and again.
but that's gone. used up and stored away
in the other people i was or were
and there's no time
when you're moving again
you won't ever get there unless
you move.