Swallow.
Fresh sweet cup of poe
Ive heard its
Addict ive heard
Its addict ive
Heard its addict
Ive heard its
Addictive
Like a fresh cup of joe
There was fire on the horizon at dusk today…
PowderSugared Purple mountains
OilPainted Steely grey clouds
Heavy
Soaked
with silver rain… soon to be
Snow
And an inch or so of flame,
in-be-sandwiched-tween
burning the horizon out
in shades of crymson-golden-crystal-gleam.
Looking— for the line of receding ash
upon those purple peaks, but find none.
The swell of waves on Superior Lake out lined by red crayon
reflecting the fire band dividing heaven and earth.
Flames which hang in the balance bobbing the water.
360 degrees of splendor
36 degrees
my face is burnt froze
and tic
tic
What’s up with this Doc?
Try to let go…
Winter Warmer by the Lake
and firecrackers too—
a skating rink propelled by dancetacular 80’s beats…
Do you ever feel
like an anxious
tic
tic
You know-
Tell me..
What’s up
Doc?
I can’t wake up without my shot
of caffeine—
can’t move without my morning fix
and yet I sit here stupefied
wishing to purge from my nervetwitchous veins
this cackling elixir of electricity
which powers
this days tic tic twitch.
Do not look at me
to validate
you
r sin
s
Do not look at me
to validate you
r time card
Do not look at me
to validate you
I am my own mess to figure out.
