i’m allowed to feel things too
said the turtle from his shell

the impairment without the drunk
unconscious and subconscious all at once
a fleeting in-between of clarity
and feeling floated in a fog
in this space i meet the things left incomplete
and all their less familiar friends
like marbles underneath my feet

i felt the earth shake beneath me
a mass immobilization of emotions
masquerade music plucking at the strings
of my stone harp heart
i feel awake and liberated
you will never again play me
the way you did before

You said you love broccoli,
I said you are crazy,
Green can't be anything.

You said you love work,
I said you are drunk,
Screen can't be anything.

Holding a plate of broccoli,
Focusing on the MS Excel,
Putting on a smiling face,
Cool you survive the both.

You are exhausted
trying to find your truth
I am exhausted
pointing out the truth
in between
everyone has fallen
asleep

I am a fly
attracted to your nacreous glow.

                                           Just swat me already.

how wonderful
would it be
to be able to skin myself alive
to drop the weary leather that holds my bones together
and miss a few days, months
years
in the span of a night