my past due expiration date
has just arrived again
every fifteen minutes or so
I get that "no me" yen

dying inside
sixty times a day
is a bit hard, to get used to
I thought it woud be just a few

Or BANG! Like the drop
of a size 10 shoe.

worries for the future
worries for today
worries that
I will get lost

Unable to find the way.

to a place  I know not
where or whence
I may go visit-ing.

Or if it even does exist
but still
I go a - tizzy - ing

Each generation of we-bots
installs an app called "Been Forgots"
(of-the-wheres), we came from long ago.

So, each can play their special part
in life, just one great big, freak, show.

Hairies, fairies, ordinaries
hybernating with trolls and stealths.
Hypertexting to alternate selfs
churning, burning, always, on - the - go.

Grinnin as-if all is peachy.

"It's like they have and endless supply
of hi-grade hy-dro!"

So, drink eight ounces e-v-ery day,
Eat an apple every night
(you add ten gigs with every bite).
Bytes! Liquids help the data flows.

PS: garbage in, garbage out,
power down nightly, for upgrades of, your "knows".

Blowing, wafting, in the cool breeze,
the exhalations of the trees.
Solid ground on which we walk,
becomes the tongue, with which we talk.

The seeds we planted last December
will bloom into beauitful fragrants.

Take a sniff. Now, remember.

When life, seems like a nightmare
from which there is  no  escape,
no one to pinch
no way to wake
no pills to take,
to make, the stench smell rosey,
to drain the dread
out of my heart
no fence to scale, no screach-ing, rusty, gate,


When, words of fear are spinning
like a gyre inside my guesthost, skull,
a whirling top
wobbling non-stop
a pin-point brain mop
circles in crops in mindfields, of marigolds
plant-ed with love, springfed
but message obsucre - ed
by a small muddy pond, of tears, over full.


When hope, is a four letter word,
black not white lies, abound
clinched, sore teeth
self-sad grief
trapped underneath
relief, is what, tall trees, do year-round.
Rotting roots
long lost un-truths
when I fall, will I make a sound?