i can't.
either i feel too much or too little
angry waitress pushes me to plop weary
surfacing the icy water while teased by mustard sun's tangy tickles
past tingles too shortly
today i sink, somehow willingly

tiny flies of glee flicker at moments
too small and quick to be caught
then a sticky, sweet and **** fruit goes down the stream seducing the flies- they fed on the light
it is quiet
firemen follow the light
i make a solemn promise to myself to stay with myself

in here black mouth are just blackness