I will remember tomorrow what I found fruitful today
Like a sudden symptom come alive
A cavity
Decaying my roots
The trees I grew up climbing
Rhyming limb after limb

I broke my right leg twice
Once while jumping off the jungle gym
Holding Chip and Dale stuffed animals
With a beaming smile in my elementary hands
Back then it meant more

Another time broken again to
Remind myself this can still happen
It's always happened
The fracture
The departure
The flight from here or there and
Farther

Look it's like a crutch
Holding you up
Or holding you back
Remember breaking your arm
When you could've broken your back
For lack of a better word:
Dramatic
Fell from a fence
As dense as my youth and
Made as much sense as you or I do
But I tumbled head over feet
To have a meet and greet handshake with the grass that kicked my ***

The tears ran down my face as if
Disgrace had painted my way
I walked the long way around Because stopping to think or look behind me
Apparently wasn't an option

Still crying tears of embarrassment
I said they pushed me but they didn't
A full circle fall
Back to where I started
Uninjured and insured
Go to bed back to where I started again
In the morning my bruises will be fresh
As last night with the sunset
But now the orange juice brings it out best
And my army is broken
Acknowledged at last
Cast in blue
Singing my favorite colour
Thinking the authorities will
Swoop in and take my mother

But they had another thing coming

Me

Broken bleeding
Disorganized obsessively
Compulsive jealous
User taker
Bridge breaker

Me

It seems like no matter which direction I walk
The sun is always following my right shoulder
I guess that's why it's darker
More brown burnt and
Redder than the other
The skin is more sensitive on that scar when I took a digger
Too drunk to stand or forgive myself
Too dumb to live so
I put myself on a shelf
High above your happiness and
Smiles and
Wealth and
Fun

So much higher

But not better

If I had a dollar for every tear I've made
I would've watched the world drown while my bills got paid
I would've worn a salt crown while the sadness fades
I could've kept myself bound to the groundwork I laid

She shook the earth
Standing still with an expression
A smile
Not of happiness or joy
But of sorrow
A perplexing fixation of
Flexed muscles that would
Shock anyone
The comfort of
Contradicting emotion is
Hard to explain and
Harder yet to show the world
But I feel Her
I live Her
She's my inner girl

I felt like a scotch tape stretch screech screaming out to hang pictures of tigers teeth

[Teeth dripping of the colorful swirling primordial ooze that is forming and foaming in the corners of your mouth.]

A slightly sickening substance you don't perceive as gathering worries reminding you saliva leaves a maniacal residue

[A film of acidic copper coats your mouth as the tension in your mandible builds with each passing milisecond relieved by jagged popping motions, but if only for a moment as your hands melt into the carpet making a pool of creamy peach nothingness, but if only for a moment.]

The ripple relief is tension relieved yet a remix of images perceived as water washing over eyes cleansing and clearing obscurity but still obstructive and obtuse overwhelming

[The filter is flipped off,conscious activity roams free as if it were a rain dance of visual, tactile exploration of serotonin amongst limitless creativity. Never ending like the far reaches of space but just as tiny as a molecule.]

A never ending meandering mingle of the mind with minuscule details coming to life and finding a force unlike anything you've climbed, realizing the mountain of motion and the commotion of sparked senses is a let loose expression of deep down inner desire

[Teasing its way to the surface and tingling under skin like ants in an endless procession of drone servitude. Consume, ****, die. And realizing the meaning of it all, the sole driving forces of life is *** and death.]

An endless one by one two by two march in line behind other droids digging lines in the sands of time again and again obeying their inner desire design by the man with the magnifying glass in the sky. And all we can ask is why don't we just be us, ourselves and fly saying **** the confinements of our meaningless antennae lives we have wings and all we must do is express it in jumping and believing in flight

We are butterfly's and birds feeling wings we once thought worthless and it's because of this substance stance we are taking and the dance we are waltzing that we get to have this enlightening experience

He is an open sore
Hopeless romantic
A blister that burns burgundy
A stalemate of statistics
Gathered blind in a
Swarming rage undercurrent

She is an inspiring
Inhale breath with
Intoxicated integrity
A baby bird at the bar
Waiting for her feathers
To be felt in between his fingertips

He buys her a drink
A liquor love potion that won't work
An ethanol elixir that will
Only serve to
Even out her inhibitions and
Cloud the memory of
His hands taking flight

She takes shots one after another
As he feeds her them like bullets
Drunken target practice
Waiting for the one where
He hits the mark
That spot right next to her heart

He knows it's only a matter of time
A recipe of patience and
A fresh paycheck
As he checks his watch
Wishing the time would tick
Faster and closer to two

Forcing them outside into the night
They fly
Leaving the bar behind
They fly

He takes her hand and
Puts her head against his chest
Cradling her
The baby bird
In his raven grasp
Taking off
Taking her
They fly

I'm not a handy man
Simply a man with hands
That wish to hold
I'm not Mr. Fix It
But I'll bet I can bend and
Twist and mend part of you
I'm certainly not Mr. Know It All
But what I do know could
Catch you before you fall
I'll never be Mr. Big Shot
But I feel like I've been shot
By a big ego
I'm not Mr. Executive
But I've lived consecutive years
Pursuing power and authority
I am Mr. E