To have a strange feeling
About a weird situation
Is normal.

a melody in
        to another flows
a third
            divine counterpoint

The fo(u)nder of fondness
lies in ^

from first light to
almost new
i let rage cry
She sat in my  chair
followed me to town, to bring me down,
sometimes she stayed invisible,
feeling her, still made me feel sad,
bad, angry and mad.
wish I went to bed earlier,
she's sitting with me now,
tomorrow merged with today,
hope rage and sadness have had their say,
I honoured those guests 21 hours long,
maybe they got what they need,
tomorrow I hope i find ****.

In the backseat of your Audi, the three o clock shadow
slants across your face like a threat, makes you look
dangerous. Makes you look
interesting.
So what do you do?
I tell you
I write.
What does that mean?
It means walking into a crowd and getting lost in your head. It means finding loose change in your heart.  Means the world is your dysfunctional, perpetually disappointed, ailing mother. Means this isn't going to last.

But all you see is a silver smile.