I'm losing it
-the touch of reality
on my callassed finger tips
Has faded to a faint
*****
there's a thin line between happy and insane.
and right now I'm walking it like a tight rope under skies of spiraling green and grey

I wish I could tie bows of dancing colors
across the sky's broad, everlasting neck
I wish

but I'm happy
just to sit here
and watch