Going on gut alone
I bet you'd think
that you might keep me
just where you want me

but the gaps you left
blank in my mind
surely didn't go unnoticed
and clearly you didn't know this.

We're in a play
and I'm the poet
or the puppet
who didn't know it

and your the boy
who hung me by my strings
who tried to make a puppet dance
among other things,
the way fools do.

Don't blame me
for losing the feeling
when you leave me
for such periods of time
with nothing to remember.
When you return
don't be surprised
my walls have  raised
and I don't act
like it wasn't hard...
wondering where you'd
gone
what I'd
done
or if I'd see you again.
If not,
would I forget it all
like a bad dream?
Or like a roller coaster
that empties your stomach?
All shaken up
and empty
so when its over
you remember it forever.

Move like a jellyfish
The rhythm is nothing.

It's very confusing, going on like this.
Always changing. Always staying the same.
It starts to make more sense
Once you figure it out.