I am a timeline of everything I've ever known.
It's copied onto thirty-five pieces of blank paper
and revealed to you in that mundane history course
that everyone naps through.

I can't deny
that among the black waves,
I've seen a sea star or two.
But I seem to be devoutly colorblind
to the silver linings that outline
what I've gone through.

You can't disguise your drowning,
nor can you swim to shore.
You just have to hope
that no one knows what to look for.

banking the movements of unorthodox room occupying elephants is only relevant to the elegant.

took your yarn of cliche statements
spun the ball
knitted it without a loom or needle
wore it as a hat
until it turned to fall
kept me warm
protected me of the breeze
when asked who created it
I replied none at all
puzzled the looks on faces
of onlookers and askers
who had no understanding
that this hat was just a call
a cry between arguments
a plea bargain with no money
simply this was a collective
brought on by a brawl

gasoline and fire
bow tie tuxedo
scuffed once shiny shoes
yesterday's Sunday paper
red convertible
throw's him the keys,
you're driving honey.

such a trend, the burning of nostrils
such a fad, the decimation of teeth
such a leader, the inhaler of fumes
such a cool kid, who followed them all and ended up only to CHOKE
On    
      his
           own
                  *****.
I promise!
such a skeleton, the teller of all these tales.