By Choice

A puppet dances and a puppet says

Whatever you want her to

Until

She catches a glimpse 

In the mirror, herself

She cuts her strings for freedom

And falls to the floor

Slumping in angles she never did before

But at her own will

Until

She wants something else

So you tie her back up

Knotting the clipped strings together

And she is glad

For something more than the independent stationary

To be kind to herself

She forgets what she saw in the mirror

Unblinking eyes, clacking knees and elbows

Strings guided by a hand, far away

A shadow, an illusion

It was nothing but a night haunt

Silly to think of it as anything else.

Lack of Cleaning Supplies

Such a mess

Raw egg yolks dripping off the counter

Flour dusted on clean dishes

I dropped the wine glass

and swept the shards underneath the chair

Mud tracked in from both doors

Sticky kool-aid trapping cat hair on the table

The roof is leaking and the windows are drafty

And I'll keep the curtains open

A conversation piece

Shocking revelation

Neighbors passing will ask me

And I'll become better at telling the story each time

But today I think I'll draw the shades

Dim the lights

Maybe I'll run the bath water until it overflows

Maybe I'll chip the paint off of all the doors

Or maybe I will clear the basement

And clean all the floors

It's too bad I don't have a mop

Today I Feel...

crazyawesomeinyofaceamazingfantabulouscolorsspinningstopandcirclejumpupanddownandscremuntilthemooncomesupandthesunexplodes.

The Waiting

The almost numb sting of my mind

In hours passed, attempting to see

How I can survive when we shall part

With endless movement I've tried to blind

Myself from the approaching guarantee

One will become two on any new sunrise

What will I do without her?

It's now I know I've already inched away

In my childish ways, I've sunk into myself

Always, she is but 10 feet from me

It's as if she's already left for the north slope

So with this, my revelation

Can it be called so?

I've known for months, and when it came in reproach

I sent the bastard away

But now I can admit, in doing that, I've rejected myself.

To Sleep

My world slides out of focus

I drift on night-haunts and fantasies

Slipping into the unspoken wanderlust

Before my heart caves in on itself

I drift on night-haunts and fantasies

Playing back the day's scratched, torn film reel

Before my heart caves in on itself

I flick on my lamp and tumble from bed

Playing back the day's scratched, torn film reel

I question why

I flick on my lamp and tumble from bed 

When Doubt caresses me, like many things crawling

I question why

My eyes are strained emptiness

When Doubt caresses me like many things crawling

And I give in to his advances

My eyes are strained emptiness

I push away all feeling

And I give into his advances

Drenching my neon in nothingness

I push away all feeling

My world slides out of focus

Drenching my neon in nothingness

Slipping into the unspoken wanderlust

Pause

Here I am

I can not promise anything.