Edge 02.07.06
Approaching the red light I slow to a halt
And watch a fuel-sucking tank
As it whips through a left turn,
Swinging out wide to the right
Before quickly shifting its weight back against the force.
My first thought:
I hope you flip.
The vehicle straightens after its zigzag squabble
And speeds in my direction.
I glimpse the driver -
Stone faced, bearded man with a baseball cap,
Right arm extended to the steering column.
This is how
He lives on the edge.
Like when I stepped between traffic five minutes earlier.
The SUV flies by,
Shoving air through my window.
The light changes;
I hope you flip.
Second Act Third Scene 04.06.06
Converse till every bird begins the chirp.
Hours spent,
Only to know someone too quickly -
And all did was discuss myself.
Is this what cerulean blue
With a warm orange hue in the east sounds like?
Last stars fade into light
While I compose on my drive back to the ideal.
Somehow, help me hear this out.
Perform what's already become life.
A single doe streaks across seven lanes,
From one strip mall to the next.
Did she even see my headlights?
Hazy head,
Blurred vision.
I swear - it's clear as 5 am.
Splat 19.05.06
Maybe this is bipolarity at its finest.
Night's ecstatic energy fizzles in a blink.
Strange dreams of failure driven revenge
- The family I love taunting me
Waving every flaw they know in my face -
Seep through to reality as I begin my day.
Respect my SHIT, please.
Lukewarm coffee on a cold front porch,
Bummed out to the tune of the
Doomed Dishlady Blues.
Cleaning up every mess I make in life,
Because god knows I could never
Whirlwind through it neatly.
Grease hanging in the air,
Lingering like this worn out mood.
Sore throat from 5 am alcohol
Explosions shooting from my chest.
Mr. Smith on the radio as if on cue,
Fading with any acknowledgement.
According to a source, the brown hue makes my DNA wall
Look like crap. Aesthetically unpleasing.
Maybe it's just the flourescent lighting.
It seems this shit's poured out every minute of every day.
Bottle it all up, shake vigorously,
And catch the muddy fireworks as it hits the fan again.
= 17.04.06
Let me draw a few
Lines to connect,
Bridging the gap
Between what is
One and
The same.
0(ne) = (zer)0
