Creeping anxiety
takes a hold of me.
Drips through the cracks,
then off my broken back
like the rain off the roof
(with more than a few screws loose).

Walking slowly...
if only, if only
I could get this square
peg in that round hole where
I used to run and play as a kid
(before I hit the skids).

Sitting silently
by the
old willow tree,
I heard a knocking
through the thick,
rustic bark.

My thoughts drifted,
thawing the frigid
quiet in my mind.
For there was naught behind,
nor in front,
of the old willow tree.

"What could it be,"
my mind asked me.
"And from where is it coming from?"
And then, from above,
there was a deep, low hum.
A light flashed, and I was
blind.

that day i slipped on a beautiful banana peel
and fell, fuzzy head over worn out heels,
in crazy carnival ride love with you.

i was never as happily confused as the night we met.
i couldn't think through the pounding deja vu in my head.
in my bones, i knew, it was as real as it could get

in the pitch black dark on that old park bench.

every morning the sun
shines high and
bright
and as i rise
lowly and bemused
at the sight
i can't help but
wonder

all the hows
and whys
like all the colors
in the sky
they seem to blend
together
and never make
any sense
until you decide
to make some sense
of your own

the pit in my heart
perforates your halo
floating, broken apart
is it wrong to love you?
i cant help but love you

the hole in my head
has nothing to say
the valley in my bed
judging me smugly
just like everyone else

its a
post apocalyptic,
polyurethane
pullover
party.

we've got our
sighs of relief,
stop signs,
superficial sorrows.

so please let us
rest our heads,
righteously
railing against
roaring wrongdoings.

its our
right as
rolling ghosts
ruining
really rare
riots.

been down and tarnished
insecurities have been brandished
neurocircuits outlandish
i've got the fists but i can't hit

stand down and hold your own
no celebrations in the end-zone
keep cool while you pick the bone
no one has to know that the lights shone

i walk around a dichotomy
sit beneath a blooming tree
die in the winter, revived a stinging bee
don't break the lock, i've got the key