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

I'm a curdled mess
a puddle of expired something
waiting to be cleaned up

it's funny when you look out the window of this bookstore
you can't help but wish
that the clouds could wrap around your finger
in the same way they tie mountain tops together
over the vast arctic sea

cause after a while of gawking and awing
you just end up staring at your own reflection

3 glasses of wine
in
and 20 good bye hugs later
it just doesn't hit you
till you're laying in bed
naked
counting ******* sheep

you cant
always  let go of pain
you gotta carry it
with you
and sometimes
that's just
what it means
to
be
alive

you are nothing
ab
so
  lute
zero
and once we all
can come
to this agreement
things start making much more sense

three girls
high-heal stumble
onto the street
casting
blue & red
strobing shadows

I'm sure your eyes
caught their
*******
facade
from behind those cop car windows
.     .     .     .
where you're going
its cold
and
smells like
sterile nothing
and you'll just sit there
with your arms
tucked in your shirt
     make up tip toeing
     down your cheeks

you'll be getting processed
judged
and prodded
by the long sticky fingers
of the law
and we'll be at home
drunk
sleeping

Civilization is founded upon one-dimensional thinking: monotheism, monoculture, monogamy, monopoly, monotony, mono mono mono... one day soon i'll quit my job, throw away my phone and steal really cool, expensive 3D glasses. After all, eyelids are the only thing barricading our dreams from reality.