In Twenty thirteen
I learned to learn
And I learned to lean.
Mark off
The check box.
Mach 2.
Chicken pox.
We're Slowing down
away from the frown.
Back in town,
then out of town,
breaking down,
distracting sound.
*Then I am found
beneath the creature
which is myself.

Mind is melding
Molding man to mutt.
And sea is churning
solid shut.

So stop your dancing Picallo.
Ill let you know
when it's time to go.

Defining self
seems plausible,
improbable,
illogical,
and most easily psychological.

Time is flying
as time grows older.
Riding bike
and falling over.
Time is now
and time is over.
Always looking
over shoulder.

Then, I picked my pieces back up off the ground.
Proving grounds
proved me grounded.
Each bone ringing
hollow sounding.
Man starts singing
leaping, bounding.
Ten fingers clinging,
you’ll stick around
to see man crowned.
Underneath compound
to new found pound
which is grave mound.
Then, I AM FOUND
by accident of ultrasound.

I never felt so undeserving.
Unnerving,
Swerving,
I look at you
your body curving.
Suddenly, I taste the past
and future changes fast.
Another sip,
then ride away
on whisky ship.
For another dip
in shallow waters
left my ankle twisted.
Left me feeling like id been ******.
Hardly gifted,
Id gladly drown.
My soul then lifted
To the lost and found.

I'm seeking vengeance
for the missing feeling.
  The cold air of truth.
It never felt so unfamiliar.
So blindly she loves it.
She lets it take her away
to a simpler place.
  Golden skin and iron innards
  Flake away. Faded.
Failed and flooded to the brim,
then die.

Drunken stupor
Pooper scoopers
Give me a shooter.
Then riding scooters.
I found my wife
the one for life.
Working at my local *******.

This is a tasteless funeral.
So put it in then burn it all.
Try the fuego,
Ethanol.
Breating in an answered call.
I've taken fall for risky bearing.
Bearing all without a care.
Neatly folded underwear
and tightly braided blonde hair.
From there I try to stare
But fail then scare,
*for heart,
just too small to share.