This year has stopped my tongue.

This one is wet.
The last one was dry.
The next one will be dry again.

Somebody will say something
that curls, and curls,
and grows
and turns out to be nothing.

A red light will beckon and then disappear.
We will want, often, to be merely warm.
A blue light will beckon and become everything:
world, water, Great Wall
and a distant fleck of radiation in the void.

Nothing moves at that distance -
Nazareth as seen by the angel -
and we may feel for a while
like we fit
we can love
we are deserved.

Dear patient
We're sorry to hear you have some mental issues
Let's get you addicted to this drug
Frying your brain;
That should help with your mind problems

I dont even want to know what iambic means
It sounds like something medical I might try if **** were impacted in my intestines.

Here comes the bandwagon
Shiny and new
Every one on it
Is waving at you

Did you see the rainbow?
the sun's words scared her
the color faded, she was pale
the sky was crying too
nothing to celebrate
the lightning came in the middle of the water
rainbow lost her color
covered by clouds of anxiety
went blown by a sympathetic wind