Circular girl, I search
For your presence
In the stars and moon
Of mental distortion

It's 'Ashes to Ashes'
With you and I
Drink drives my mind
Expanding to fill your void

Circular Girl explore
With me 1965
The Responsive Eye
In tonights darkness

i wanna yell until it hurts,
scream at everyone i see
and force them to hear me,
to understand,
what it's like living inside my head,
all these thoughts running around and no way to let them out.

She sits—left leg upon right,
right hand resting in left,

eyes closed, watching joy drift
among sorrows; up one minute,

down the next; a Ferris wheel
of fear and loneliness, then

moments of letting go;
the brows furrowed and then

a smile on her lips—the way a
cellist emotes herself through Bach.

Others have said to her that she is
lucky to be so groundless, to be

free of any misapprehension that
life is perfect or that it will be easy.

She knows better than that.
And because she does, she can take

the crests and the troughs as they come—
a part of the ocean and not the wave.

Ah you've gone you've left.
Without word.
Your silent departure leaves me
Leaves me
I am without words
You've left me

Let’s begin with the forestry of intellect while pitching the mad tents!

And I had begun to rustle through the papers of which I had been given but an hour ago by a young , teenage girl riding a bicycle in the style of anxious hurricanes screaming ‘want to hear some news? This news is not a noose! Then slowly take your hands off the ****** pew!’

She had indeed surprised me but I had gotten used to erratic weather and she was just another tornado under circumstances of a discreet charm.

I say discreet in its appropriate sense. For I’ve seen more peculiarities in the same people who probably would have searched for a more suitable term in their definition of absurdity.