back in the day
- which wasn't a tuesday, by the way -
but my glory days when i was supposedly on the right track
                                                           ­                 bursting with talent
                                                          ­                  full of potential
                               i was crazy
to think i could have gone somewhere on words alone
despite the incredible power they hold

every night
our bodies curl like apostrophes
you
dream well
sleep sweet
i love you
me

i want to start something -
pick up an instrument, a brush, a flash -
want to get this thing inside of me
                                                                                                                 out

sweet and sharp
a cluster of contradictions that
ebb  and   flow   smoothly
from one
e x t r e m e  t o    a   n   o   t   h   e   r

it
feels electric, burning, bright - like the stars
are under my skin
leaving me thrumming, aching
it ZINGS
Rings
Round and round my
head
heart
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