You should be ashamed

A lifetime,

vomited up,

partially digested & unlike it was going in.

Forgetting why most of it accumulated,

a vapid puddle at my feet.

How did I let it go this far, get this bad.

It needed purging, like unbaptized babies.

My soul is toting around a corpse, now, more than ever.

Every moment before now is wasted.

Which is fine when you eat your feelings.

(Note: This isn't very cohesive, but I'm in a fuckall mood.)

This is all very inappropriate

My nose is pressed up against a fish bowl
Fingers tapping on the glass

Trying to provoke it

Poking my pinky finger into the bubbling water, waiting for a nibble

Amused when the creature inadvertently stirs

Pulling away to admire my handiwork

Only to be interrupted by a sober
'Don't you have something better to do?'

(No, not really)

Duality

"I saw doves and I thought they were rocks, but they were asleep.

My breath made them stir, and the rocks

took flight, the earth

exploding... and my only thought was that

I wanted you to see them, too."

— Douglas Coupland (Microserfs)

FOUND

[Written, around this time, a year ago.]

To dream.

Of spring.

For that long, heavy rain to wash away ill will & actions that spoke too loud.

Reviving the soil to bud with good intentions.

Insouciance lay dormant under our feet.

Anticipating hibernations end.

Homecomings that wield a sweet breeze of relief.

The cure to cabin fever I've been pining for.

Winters snuffed out.
Our hearts so eager to thaw.
I will shed my coat and scarf & bask in the sun.

The Robins assure me its time.

[Oh how things have changed, but I haven't]

Insidious Intent

You & I

are just trees in a forest

Waiting for a wild fire to set us free

but times are changing

So cross your fingers for kids with gasoline