reason blazed a path of destruction
through my heart
logic ravaged my mind
set fire to euphoria
and plundered pure happiness

so when you approach me
and gaze at me with that
tender curiosity
you should know

I have lost the ability
to lay down my shield
shed my layers
upon
l a y e r s
of armor
and surrender to joy

Mary had a little lamb    
Whose fleece was black as sin
He had a worn and tired look
And always reeked of gin

He led her into parties
And put on quite the show
For everywhere the lamb went
Mary was sure to go

He guided liquor down her throat
Until her vision blurred
As it seemed he liked it best
When her words were slurred

He led her into strangers' arms
And emptied her wary mind
So she would try to fill it
With whomever she could find


He stayed with her one lonely night
And smoked his way to bliss
As Mary stroked him timidly
And gave his head a kiss

He turned his head and looked at her
With worn and tired eyes
Then turned to ashes in her hands
And left her with her lies

My
anxiety
frustration
confusion
present themselves
in every stroke of
my paintbrush
in every line I
weave
every image
I create from my
muddled mess
of thoughts

Every word
that stumbles
from my head
drips with the musings
of my over-active
mind

my angst could create
a novel
my sorrows could paint
the world