Cooped up in a mini van
Feeling the tips of your
Fingers
Drumming on the back
Of my neck

what on earth is this feeling
(yellowing formaldehyde)
kind of like old heartbreak reeling

a vivisection, never healing
coat & spray on the insecticide
what on earth is this feeling

criminal butterflies stealing
the cogs & screws in my arthropod insides
kind of like old heartbreak reeling

heartthrobs come frenzied then unfeeling
my vague worries preside
what on earth is this feeling

whateverphobia; a personal ceramic ceiling
to myself, is how I've always lied
kind of like old heartbreak reeling

carcass littered webs are usually unappealing
my own web has much to elide
kind of like old heartbreak reeling
what on earth is this feeling

For the price is high
and the burden is heavy,

look this way to find
a broken stream that

tells of a high price.

look that way to see
only cement wall that

tells of a heavy burden.

All this fresh and driven
headlong into the heart.

No spilling the beans
in sight of the hungry.

What gifts the poor are given
though there is no tarry,

no time to enjoy.

Living breath taken lightly,
with out giving it a thought,

go around and take it in
that Jesus had his doubts.

Must make haste in the
making of waste for

the time has gone when
to look for busy really is any thing.



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My desk holds no pencils-
every mistake I make
will never erase.

I grip my flaws with a fist
because they will always be mine.

Finding myself
Imagining you
Doing things
You say your
Doing

Awake all night
Might as well be
Asleep when I'm
Part of the day
Cold with the realizations of
All my mistakes.

When I was little,
I used to light fireworks
Now I find myself,
Lighting cigarettes
And I'm developing
All of these bad habits
Your tongue is in her mouth
And you take photos
Go away
Happiness is meant for you
I think I'll just stay here.