Hallways

There was a hallway
where both of us are
or have been but
never at the same time
but perhaps in passing
once you say towards me
"pack-a-derm"
with no reference
no content
meaning meaning meaning
packa... packa heavy load packa thick
derm skin hide
heavy hide
thick skin
so? Lots of people have a thick skin
so I have thick skin? and most of what I say is grey and heavy
mostly I just want to hide but don't
but you would never know this because
you don't look at the images I leave
on doorways on the walls
in your hands
you drop them and pass them and walk through
because maybe you don't have a thick skin and you don't like when
life is heavy or grey
and although you lie about it, you always hide
always hide

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The hallway
the hallway
in the hallway
sometimes we touch and never see
spend time in each other to understand past lives
but leave before rejuvenated
you leave me hollow, hollow,
a hollow skin to wear
but how could you?
You know I don't wear animal hides
unlike you who wear them like trophies
like some throw-back indian chief
You are no Warrior, no Leader of Men.
and I could never be anyone's princess, never a Princess Waterlily
maybe I'm not that dynamic
but I am dynamite
and I'm ready to rip through
this retched trap
through the images you don't see
through the doorways that lead down
through all the remnants
I want to obliterate these splinters left of you as part of me
with no place left for me to wait for nothing
I don't want your voice
I don't' want your face
all that longing I pinned on you like honor
a mistake
never fulfilled
but so filling like the hallway clutter of moving day
speaking of which, its time for moving on.