Good Day to the Confused

These lines
are in 6 to 8 coils.

Late Nights for the Confused

These lines,
they call them almighty.

Repetition of Nights A trought Z

This tablecloth has seen
torrential downpours in a scene
of pathetic.
Its quarter after the
start of a new day.
I have seen loopholes
time and time
again.
I have grown in self judgment,
but the pushing
of the limits goes towards me
not fitting through the net.
Its an ego boost
Its mirror to mirror,
but I don't reflect.
What the problem is?
Unsolvable.
Its surface area and
arc length.
Its one minute left.
Its love.
It fits through the net.
I despise memory.
I smile and its taken as genuine.
Thank heavens for emery board
and dental bleach.
Thank me for
you and
your indecision.
Thank you
for me.
I need to recharge.
I need to sleep off this
opposite longing.
I thought I needed a five year slumber,
but I know I would wake up to the taste of
your lips.
I need to be awake.
I need to recall every blunder;
every mistake.
I need to not need.
Goodnight. Good morning.

For the Love of Mickeys

She told me I was handsome
Awe inspiring in my own respect.
Talented. Gifted.
Smart. Knowledgeable.
Caring. Careful.
Fun to be around.
Great to talk to.
Great at listening.
Great in general.
I thanked her
with a kiss to the top
of her hand.
She smiled,
and said
"No, thank you."
She thanked me with a kiss
to the top of my hand.
For the love of Mickeys,
I propose a toast:
"For friends".

The Hyraulic Pressure of Steam

What does it take to make blood boil
inside veins.
Is it me,
breaking the sound barrier?
Is it you,
breaking bonds or
breaking a sweat?
Break routine!
I want to be pressurized.
I want to hear the kettle scream.
I don't want to be famous
or observed.
What is "awkwardly aimless"?
Why can't you be
more reserved?

What does it take to make blood boil
inside veins?
Is it me,
in free-fall.
Is it hyperventilation?
Or is it you?
Finding a clearing
is tough.
Find me a cure-all.
Find a mind your own.
I want to be seething.
I want to hear the whistle get blown.
I don't practice good evening,
toothpick propped my eyelids.
I want to be seething,
while steam breathes through my iris.

Good Evening to the Confused

These lines,
they call them gibberish.
I call them sanity,
for I speak I.

Happy Pessimist

I am a pessimist.
I expect things to crash,
burn,
fail,
because,
well...
They usually do.
I told you.
I am a pessimist.
It wasn't in the disclaimer,
but its going in there now.

Truncation of a Wingspan

Ive been flying in strange, erratic patterns
resembling a circle.
The end point B,
is the same as the starting point,
A,
just with a different name.
The results are the same.
The scenery is the same.
The air hasn't changed.
The grass isn't greener.
I don't deserve to fly.

Snapped Twigs, Breadcrumbs and Booze

I drank whiskey to melt the snow
where I stumbled.
It was my guarantee
to find my way back.
I just wound up getting drunk
and forgetting where I was
going.
The sun scortched
the borders.
Its all that much closer
in the winter.
Horizontal cycloid rolls
in fast forward.
I sat
and watched
alone.

Car Battery Terminal Test

Riots after sunset,
before sunrise,
I pivot on heels.
Quiet after running
the DNA through agarose gel.

Saliva.

Stealing a strand of hair?
Simple.
Stealing what dried up from breathing?
Tough.

I ran tests.
I ran them again.
I ran myself into the ground.
The results?
Unexpected.
Test again?
I don't think so.
I want to scream fire,
cigarettes,
and booze.
I want to scream out the thoughts of
you.