Cut the ribbon, cut the rug.

As I wrote this poem today, and am also starting this blog today, it gets to be my inaugural post!

Mama’s Alright.

I am a large man
Six foot three
Two hundred
And twenty five pounds
Yet all it takes is
A hangnail to
Bring me down
Sometimes it’s the little
Things, the details that
Fill up the big spaces
Of our vacuums.
I don’t know
Seems like
When I’m walking
Anyplace, people
May think I
Walk funny
Because
Maybe I have
An old hip injury
Or something
When in reality
I’m fine.
I’m just trying
Not to step
On the
Cracks.

c. 2008 by Ildane Angstromr