June 25, 1998

Lost in a Crowd

Tallest among us, yet most vulnerable
Lizard in hand, flailing
Mixed up elbows and beltlines
Hurt more than we'd like

A day full of missed photo opportunities
Waiting for a chance at failure
Experiencing the electric buzz
Of a party balloon

Convicted of waywardness
Dropping gazes conveniently
Regardless of intent

The ground beneath my feet
Cemented on me
Dripping off

Love 'em, hate 'em
Jump anyway

Love 'em, ignore 'em
Why stare

Swimming in sweet 16