dont let it get you
take the best of you
lose the rest of you
make a mess of who?
you know who
you are

rolling
in your car
alone
you go
in circles

getting no where
far

acting bizarre
spending too much time
staring up at the stars

i seem to think
there is a
soft side behind
what is hard

i think
i would be one of the
unplayed jokers

if i had to choose
the who of whom
to explain how
i become or became
one of those cards






(sigh)





i hate this part









where i give myself too much space







squinched eyes in the shape of fists

punching every mirror in my way

grumbling under mumbling lips

where the good and evil eyes split

seatbelted to a tangent
pushing down a gas pedal
so rampant

oh poor me

most times i wish
i could ignore me

as i pour me
a drink so tragic



this is the part
where my flesh
turns to plastic



trying to explain the cracks
in the mirrors eyes see

and how much i fukn hate beer
mostly

and how
it takes me
away from
ME

and how much better life is
when i think
less

sin
fool

in dreams

for me, it's when your words end, have always enjoyed your writes!!

your telling of life....moves me