strained, tympanic
idling, to a panic
urged internally
yet stuck eternally
due date for a do date

my shadow of a thought prances with delight
elusive dance
I grasp the shade to tether me to its being
and the mischievous umbral silts through my sieve of fingers
my shadow of a thought breezes between my ears
whispering come hithers
as i clamber, my arms wide
torch wall and shade in the cavern of my mind
and my shadow of a thought coos and urges
its fellows to join the bacchanalia
the cacophonous caverns clamor to crescendo
i'm left blended in thought and shadow
a memory of a memory in my hand
the closing remarks a murmur on my lips

it stops
something
        stumbles
and with
backwards
        glance

it is yesteryear
and the once and future moment
over and over
the first, second, third
fourth and fifth
        and sixth

welcome back to the ever oncoming
breathe
clasp
release release
release

sitting midnight
storm come creeping
little taps like a hand enticing
a cat across a table
bigger taps like a set of fingers
drumming impatience
and then the gusts it comes and blows
howl thump away it blows
colder and colder that tapping creaks
sitting midnight
the storm to greet

take me
neuron by neuron
and rearrange me
every single nerve in some other place
a totality of discombobulation
render me such with a gaze
and let me babble my mind into the void
i am neurochemistry afire
i am alight
i am activated
and i am completely lost
bamboozled
delighted
by you

I squeeze the sodden rags of my psyche for the last droplets to wet my parched mental
I cast my gaze left and right
frantically searching for the thief of my words
the giggling cackling vicious
snatches thoughts from my cradle
whisking them to never
and my thief her sister
whispers to me that there was nothing stolen at all
that this absence has always been there
and the many many messengers
had always the wrong addresses
my missives go to nil
they were not packaged and shipped
they were not stolen
they were not

Bo walks with me
his dark eyes hold a spark
the flicker of a candle in a pool of oil
his black gilt cane grasped with a firm jeweled hand
the thief and her sister in the corners of my vision
always so while I turn my head
amidst the deep green wood
where my dear Bo walks beside me

when every thing is beautiful and nothing is
when your mind is pregnant and your tongue is thick
when the water laps laughing
when the thoughts come through like fine threaded guilt aqua regia
when angst sparks his ire and fuels yours
when its only four hours until his flight
when dehydration is your only plight
when pride and wrath and gluttony
when eat, pray, love rear their ugly heads
when the hand of salvation wriggles against you like an eel
when the greed churns upon your skin
boils and bile upchucked within
it turns and turns your sin
within and reviles the ones you want to win
who can't explain the words within
it fires and fires your unholy sin
within within within
within
I