In a burrow a snake lies
to itself
about its health,
if lids could cover its eyes
then maybe that would help.
But scales have formed
where human lids
grow on kids,
and shivers have wormed
their way through its body.
When the time finally comes
to shed its skin
what's left within?
Will life's pleasant hums
attract it outside?
Or will the cycle start again?
What was soft, scaly, and thin
has hardened
against the cruel nature I've yet to pen.
The snake always leaves behind its skin.

Autumn bluebell,
From a seaside meadow
I first picked you,
Or is it, you chose me?
Lost to twinkling fascination
I vaguely remember.

But I vividly recall
How shy you were
When your clothes fell away
On that sandy shoreline.
Then again, how remarkably
Bold your declaration:

This is me, as you can see
My individual parts quite ordinary
But all together lovely
Don't you think?

A shepherd moon
Was herding the sea that evening,
Where we raced to meet the foam
As skinny-dippers, you and me.

Appreciating the gift of you
Is so much more about
What's within, than
What I can see on
The surface of your skin.

Though that's pretty good too...

I am a walking talking PSA for the incorrect way to live
Number of dollars in my bank account matches how many ***** I give
Counting change
Pay for gas so I can go to work
I get stuck behind the transit again
I'm gonna go berserk!
A little ****
Start my day
..Or more like a lot
The location of my pipe I've somehow forgot
Mismatched socks
Greasy hair
Bloodstains on jeans
For breakfast had coffee and a bag of jellybeans
Bearing ***** nails and even dirtier mind
A hole in my pantseams right in the behind
Positive thinking not doing me any good
Failed everything I have tried believing I could
Negative thinking has not worked either
Applied both
Found success in neither
The marks humans left on skin and my feelings
Turned my pride into a pile of peelings
Where am I going?
Haven't a clue
Trying to climb out of the hell I fell into
Going crazy searching for an escape route
That does not exist because there's no way out