Grasping, never clutching
No feeling, only touching
Amidst the timbers, amongst the weeds
Branches, limber, on which the soul feeds
Scraping the surface, water trickling in
A body of growth about to begin

Look at this     f  o  r  m  a  t  .
Does it make me seem...
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Truth is: I just couldn't think of anything to tell you that didn't make me seem like the love drunk ***** girlfriend that I am...

                        


                       s  o  r  r  y    ! ?

Bad habits are unhealthy.
Breaking habits is hard.
But. Actually. In reality.
One must start a habit
to break a habit.
One must habitually try
to break their habit.
That's their new habit:
Breaking their old habit(s).
So. Is that unhealthy?
No. Bad habits are.
Breaking habits is a good habit.
So try not to break that one.

Gently remove our daytime skins.
Our fabrics, itching us, scratching us.
Making us uncomfortable.
Take them off. Into the hamper they go.
It's not enough.
Itches. Scratches. They persist.
More. More. Closer to birth than we've been since
that fatefulfateful day.
Come clean. Cleaner than ever before.
Down to skin and bones.
Our bare bodies.
Knobby knees. Rigid ribs. Hard hips.
Milky white skin. Pearlescent in the moonglow.
Tonight's darkness trapping our flesh.
Peel away the layers. The skin is too much.
Loosen it up. Slide the meat off our bones.
Tendons, muscles relax. Create slack, then pull back.
String by string. Gone. Everything.
The blood trickles to the floor.
Making a mess, but keeping us clean. Cleansed.
Free. Our bones hollow stone.
Our skeletons clanking, clashing.
Becoming brittle. We snap. Crack.
The scrapes and flakes amount.
The bones shaking and falling.
Together. 'Til we're all just
one big pile of dust,
waiting for the morning cleaning crew to come sweep us up.

A big step for me is
N O T H I N G
to others.
They'll probably laugh.
               No, scoff.
"Her?" Okay, sure...
And I'll cry. Flows of flaws.
Down my cheeks. Like plum
    juice.   Sticky.   Brown.

The sugary tears sting my eyes.

Look up lucid, write it down.
Read a book, then skip town.
Share a smile, sell an frown.
Act a fool, act a clown.

Tell stories, try and match wits.
Complain, complain, give two *****.
Catch your tantrums, throw your fits.
One hit wonders are still hits.

Shut the door, dim the lights.
Crash a party, get in fights.
Shorten days, lengthen nights.
There's no wind to fly the kites.

Watch the sky, see a flash.
Watch the road, miss a crash.
Colon followed by backslash.
A vampire weekend beats a monster mash.

But no one cares when you're human.
That's all you'll ever be.
No regrets, only lies to set the liars free.

It's been 54 times that I've seen your face
in a meaningful way. Only 54 and I'm
pretty sure that you are here to stay.

But there's a monster waiting by the door.
Gonna try and erase the 54. But things can't go back
to how they were before. I'll love you more and more and more.

Lady Gaga's in my heart;
Bruce Willis in my soul.
Easter Bunny, where to start?
Santa bring me coal!

Life is like a Feelie Box
Guess what is inside
Faster, slower rusty clocks
Make your feelings hide

Squished together in my mind
Twisted path and sloping hill
In the well that's for the blind
Picture Buckets, sights to fill

Ironically The People talk
Cats and Dogs still cannot speak
Blackboard covered in white chalk
Molding youngins week by bleak

"Have no fear," The Doctor cries
The Farmer's crops are gone
Surround yourself in plastic lies
Pink flamingoes for the lawn

Night-time is dawning fast
Lights unhealthily they flicker
Make the day-time moon still last
While sunbeams can get sicker

Give it up 'cause it's stinging
Satin's always been clinging
You're wailing now, not singing
Please tell me what I'm thinking

Mhm, there is fun to be had . . .
Carried on the back of a poor camel lad.
Wanna let you know that love isn't a fad.
And falling in deeper isn't always bad.

Look for glasses overflowing
Underbellies showing
Of people never knowing
Just exactly where they're going
Follow buttons glowing
Because it's all for the showing

Till you're drowning in the pool
Wish you coulda kept your cool

But it's too late. Too late for everything.
Nothing's fixable. The damage is permanent.
Look at this mess, I must confess.
It's the biggest yet.

Larkin walking on the ground
Muddy lovers gather round
Want to know what lives they've found
Uptown, downtown, outoftown.
And I see the things they share
If they won't care, why should I care?
So many shadows overwhelm
Until they bust & burst over the helm.
Now the boat is on its own
The seagulls watching, away they've flown.

There's no other reason. There's no other choice.
Stop flailing your arms. Stop raising your voice.

      (There are chocolate shavings on the floor.
       The mice keep darting back for more.)

It's got the bitterness of coffee
and the the tang of tea
whatever melts your mother
will melt for me
Because I'm blending all the melodies
  It's bittersweet.
two spoonfuls for you and a gallon for me.

Spinning on the ground
leads to spitting in the skies
underneath the pillows
underneath the lies.

Discover what the boredom left
crevasses wide and deep
smashed together like a puzzle
holding off the sleep.

Hunched over like a sack of weeds
carrots for your mother
mixed up letters numbers
each one to emphasize the other.

There's nothing wrong with it.
Staying up till the middle of the night
    to fix something that didn't fixing?
Let go of it. Careful, with prestige.
Underestimated mountain-movers;
    that's who they are.