I fall into a pool full of liqour and in it am drunk drown
Intricates me,though not to death.
Can't call for help,
My feet stuck between the corals underneath,
And I learn to coexist rather than fight back.
To breath life inside it and I embrace it.
Like a speeding train I cant jump off
Like a tik tok time bomb I already stepped on,
I burn from withing
Poetry ice cold for my resentment.

Sometimes in the middle of a dragonfly
   The bunnies know it daily
We exceed its ‘proper’ function
Hoping faintly for a lift
Sifting through the broken pictures
     Chewing morsels indignantly
Living for the ‘how ya doin’?”’s
Caressing notions, moments folding
   Lift me tender, lift me grasping
Give me love of once I was told
Crispy Autumns and the baggage swirls around
And around the corner_

There in the apple eyed store-shops
She passed just ever lightly
Words are symbols, lying ever
Telling nothings, imagery
      To behold is another crossing
Of ever momentouses and cross-haired intricates

Livening, battering, shocking, scolding
      Letting it stick and allowing to go
Go, go. Go through and ask for a bother
               She will do as It Wills.