my thoughts could run a power plant.
the electricity could sprint through telephone lines
in state lengths and i'm not sure if they would
stop there.
sometimes i feel lucky, like if i could dance enough
i could stop the earth from spinning like a halo and
whirl it from north to south;
maybe then i could find you again.
sometimes my thirst is so much,
my tongue flattens out to parchment paper and
i'm just waiting for your signature to guarantee
some water for a later date.
sometimes i can feel your heartbeat from
wherever you are, causing my own to hiccup
and man, do i hate the hiccups because
sometimes it hurts so much that i
retire to holding my breath.
sometimes when it works
i sometimes scold myself to
make improvements, not excuses
and with that i could almost
turn off and leave this position for
someone else.