rn I'm looking at a periwinkle blue sky
streaked w hot pink horizon
through cheap dusty uneven silhouetted blinds
in a dark room

consc i  o   u sness lies 

somewhere inbetween

i

and
u

If you still care
Don't ever let me know.
If you forgive me
For breaking your heart
And for leaving you behind
In that ****** town
Of addicts and death
Don't ever let me know.
I'm coming to visit
During the bitterest month
And if you see me
Don't say hello.
I'll never forgive myself.
I'll never let you know.
I'll always love you.
I'll never let you know.
I'll never let you know.
I'll never let you know.

I sleep in a crater on the far side of the moon.
I tell tales to the moon-cats about the warm month of June.
We sing songs with no lyrics, because moon-cats don't speak;
while we wait for the pizza guy who's been late for a week.

I sleep in a tree in the west end of the park.
I stripped it of leaves and all of its bark.
I just bummed five bucks off of a guy jogging by;
he said "fight the power", and held his fist in the sky.

I sleep in my car, somewhere outside of Denver.
Don't ask for how long, I don't really remember.
I met a weird looking guy and he said "Hocus Pocus",
now I spend all of my days in the back of my Focus.

frustrated with the way
the words aren't flowing like they used to
so quick and easy
knew exactly what i was feeling
but now it seems life is
complicated
words don't flow freely
because all my words are eaten
by essays
there's no creative liberty
in apa format
can't express to you my frustrations
because there isn't a peer reviewed
article  
about how i'm feeling
and the woes of word count bind me
it seems i've found myself a captive
can't escape the jail that confines me
because the rubric is the compass that
guides me
and i'm at a stalemate with myself.