I wrote to Jupiter
About all the palms
floating in the wind
and the sun
hanging upon the edge
of the world.

If I could I would reset
All of this
as it should
and let the same
Calypso play
till I'm sick
of it all.

But Jupiter
Just laughed
At the world I saw
And made the sky dark
To take away the sunsets.

Talk like you speak with flowers,
Subtle and fragrant
So that I notice the wilting
Passion that their green stalks
Soon exhibit.

I heard you call upon
A stricter mood
To help you when
You yourself cannot

I'm going insane
From what I do
My obsessions I hold
But I foster too.

Do I like it,
I guess i do
Because right now
I feel there’s nothing to lose.

Run me down
Because you might see me
In all the shades
I breathe and all colors
I admonish.

But I like it
I really do-
and I won’t
Be restrained
By you.

Do you play the piano,
As my hands start sinking low
I need a melody now
Because the keys I don’t know.

I woke up in the nighttime,
To thoughts I wish not to speak
And I wonder possibly
If you can provide to me
Some sort of relief.

I need a tonic,
A strong base note clear.
Loud please.
My ears are weak here.

I don’t want a major,
Or a minor chord chime.
I don’t need your sympathy
A symphony would be fine

Can you play me that melody
To the words I’ve forgotten
You know, “Dum dee da?”
No… This happens often.

Well, just play it.
What? No, whatever you want.
STOP.
I’ll do it, I’ve had enough.

Do I play the piano?
Years ago, I guess I did.
But my hands don’t know the keys
So I close the keyboard lid.

Do you play the piano?
I ask myself again.
Years…
I stopped when?

The green tea is hot
As my tongue touches
and licks
the surface.

The steam floats off with its flavor
and burns the tip
and I then put it down
to mind myself
of other things.

But the day is cold
With the trees bending uneasy
And the windows wailing
with their cries.

My feet are cold
As I sit crossed
holding them close
to my thighs.

But still nothing goes
on inside
But still nothing goes
on in my life.
The hot tea I pick up
as I settled it down
a few seconds ago.

“Oh its hot…”
I look outside.
Where did you go.

I sound like white noise
Quivering and   still.
The sound changing now
With the        frequency
                         Back into me.
I turned one notch
To change         the channel
Because   I can’t       handle
                         This episode.
The lights       blink
                 As images
                      Play in motion
                    And I see them
Dance like they should
Till the crack
And fizzle
back to black and white
   Blurring Into the SOUND.