I can no longer
be moved.
That is one form of
manipulation that I am not
susceptible to.

When you don't write about
anything but yourself you start to realize
what you've been looking at.

My blinds are closed
and the sun's friction isn't
a part of me.
The light, I now know
is just wrapping around me
to let everyone know I'm still here.

Cars burst into flames sometimes
where I've been dwelling.
Like they do everywhere, I
would have to imagine.
I have to imagine
because I don't know.

Put a message in a bottle and threw it
in the sewage run-off and watched
the little, glass duckling sink.

And I'm thinking that
just because ducks stay together
until they're dead it doesn't mean
they like each other.

And every time a headlight flashes people
anxiously stash half drunken beers
because this is habit now.

I feel like a trained killer.
But I've been killing time
and killing feelings.
And thinking about my next job
and my next paycheck.

And I have car payments that
always get paid. And I have projects
that never get completed.

This is all I can do. This is all I am.
And those who bootlegged before me
had no boot straps.
Sneakers and soda-pop is its own world now.
I can't break through.

Maybe a little younger.
This is all I know to do.
I was trained to think that I was
in control of my life.
Who writes those books?
Those are the guys that I need to be talking to.

I don't want a job.
And I don't want a god.
And I want to jump off cliffs
and eat lava and melt into
sand on beaches that haven't been given names yet.

That's what I've been trained to think.

There is no exit, and I can
no longer trust the way that I think.
It's not me thinking,
I'm just reacting.
And I don't even know what's in my sneakers and soda-pop anymore.

That's my favorite part, even though I love it all. Excellent write.

Very good. <3


If you don't like your life in Michigan - Amanda cleaned out our hallway closet!

Just like most of your writing, very good use of imagery. I could feel the heat from the cars and smell the sewage the bottle was tossed into. Very nice mate, thanks for sharing.

I absolutely liked this...Could see it all...Awesome...!!!

as i read this...thoughts revolved in front of me like a kaleidoscope.
my hand wanted to reach out to you and i felt the needed to run, run towards the fence but, i would have been too late; for you hit this one out of the park...excellent my friend, excellent!

and well you melt into the scape...
movement, I seem to know there will be movement

very well conveyed.

WOW!!!