Mind traveling low in the weeds,
Watching out for low flying objects.
As I may perceive
Do not run with sharp objects during this phase they say.

Danger can be lurking as the mind is on a different wave.
I do try to remember.
But sometimes the action is faster from one side
Than the other of my brain

Then the place where your body seems to be.
How did I arrive at this state or is it state of mind,
An illusion or reality.

Standing to the side looking in on this view,
Of a life which while appearing surreal;
I feel it is quite real and nice.
So I think I will keep it for the rest of my life.

Lighting a candle,
Burn my fingers on the flame,
Get used to the pain.

A giant white moth,
Imagine dust on its wing,
Zigzags past my view.

He's at the bar drinking with his buddies
They can barely understand him
His words are slurry
His vision is blurry
He asks for one more beer
They say 'okay last one'
15 beers later it's closing time.
My heart is the true poet
Whatever it wants my body works for it
My cramping hand slowly glides the paper
Quickly being filled with letters
Stringing the paper and filling its empty void
I think to myself, 'just one more'
I am no better than the alcoholic
They have an aching head the next morning
I have an aching hand
I don't know when to stop
I love writing about nothing and everything
Each poem I write sparks a new one
'Just one more,'  every poet says.

What I can feel
I've never felt before
This burning desire
I just can't ignore

It must be a spell
Cast from hell
What else could this be
Who has taken hold of me

This evil temptation
I cannot resist
You must truly be
The most evil witch

Your enchanting eyes
And irresistible lips
That dark blonde hair
And those beautiful hips

But I have to resist
I have to be strong
Before I do something terribly wrong