Sit out under the trees in front of the house
The bench I sit feel the cold night breeze
The moonlight reflects casting light making shadows
Spiders drop from the tree branches
See the moon through the tree branches
Open patches through the leafs
Think about life reflect moments and store
The quiet tension sets the mood the smell of moist in the air
Feel the mood of the moon the quiet night
Fresh until you feel the bugs bite
Relax feel you could sleep in peace for the rest of the night
Thankful for the tree accepts me and let's me be

yesterday
dad took the huge mess that was sitting in the entryway
and stuffed it into the nearby closet.
i didn't realize what he'd done
until i opened the door
and had it all come tumbling out at me.
i teased him today
was that his idea of cleaning up?
i laughed
you just moved the mess, is all!
he looked at me
said
i don't care
as long as i don't have to
look at it
it's better.
...and i thought...
somewhere
there is a closet inside of me
full of old
sneakers

The earth is spinning and I am not even high
Self-culprit of my own demise
Time passes faster it is flying by
My devil is attempting to hitch a ride
Merry-go-round of ups and downs
Sigh of relief postmarks a frown
When I am around such a peculiar essence
Slightly griping evanescence
Intoxicated blob caused by snobs
Our ideas are objects robbed
Belittle my truth and hide my lies
Or you too will feel my demise