October 2008 / Volume 8 / Issue Three
James Babbs
Better Than Yesterday

I just saw this blackened stump
over in the neighborís yard and
it looks like a dead horse to me
its head missing and
lying on its back with
its four legs pointing toward the sky and
I wish theyíd finish burning it
because I donít want to be
reminded of a dead horse
every time I look over there and
I thought today was going to be
better than yesterday
but I canít shake these feelings
they keep clinging to me
like a second skin and
I keep walking around
feeling like Iím lost again and
never really knowing
what Iím going to find