More Often Than They Tell You
Yes, I saw the signs.
I cannot pretend I did not.
The warnings were clear.
And yet here I am,
over the wall,
deep into the danger zone again.
A particular kind of madness
with no one to blame but yourself
if things go wrong,
if things go right.
Because more often than they tell you,
About this poem
I have a bad habit of going into abandoned buildings to photograph their fallen glory.
I’ve done a fair number of other dumb things. And yet, here I am, with only a few scars and lots of amazing experiences.
So even the ones I am sorry for, part of me isn’t. That’s probably a character flaw.
PS: The picture was taken at an abandoned Air Force base on Cape Cod.