Chopsticks

Do you know the way out of the cave?

The skyscraper is starting to wave.

What sign are you? Do you know mine?

How have you been, my valentine?

Reaching for touch,

I bask in the light.

Starting to whimper,

I’m scared straight.

Look for another reason

To tell you just what I’m feeling.

I don’t care what the point is.

I want to be forgiven, so I’m righteous.

Drinking something from the fruit.

Dipping my toes, they start to soothe.

Japanese jungle gyms jangle freely

On the freeway of love, don’t ya know.

How many candy bars does it take

To bridge the gap between your lip

And my teeth, with an orange peel

In between, and chopsticks in my hand?

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An End

Looking down

Into a hole

Oh,

To drown!

To be released

From daily stress!

To escape the chains

Of all this mess!

To cozy up

To a sharp knife,

Or blow out my brains–

But I couldn’t do that

To my wife,

Or my family and friends.

It all depends

On the foundation

Which I’ve built my life.

No experience

In this nation

Can compare

To the values and strength

Inherent in how I’m made.

Or the sacrifices

Of those who love me

Time and energy,

All the money,

Invested in

Making me free

From this disease.

Yes, so much

It would be a shame

To come to

A premature end.

I must confess,

It’s not likely.

Pulse

Like stampeding miniature elephants

Pushing from behind your lips,

Pressure builds until it feels

Like your mouth is going to explode.

Your mind morphs and stretches,

Pulsing blood flows like a river

Being released from a dam,

Until it ruptures in an eyeball.

This is hypomania, with all

The glitz and glitter,

With the impulses throbbing,

Screaming to be released,

Flexing at the heavy chains

Of shame, guilt and anxiety.

The conscience is like a cowboy,

Riding atop the raging bull,

Pulling at the reigns,

Wriggling across its back,

Struggling with all his might,

To reel in and wrestle control

Of the maddened beast.

Oh, the stress of it all.

To burn the wax of insanity

From the candle of truth,

To purify, to disentangle, to free.

But the answer, alas,

Is to become one with the beast,

To strive to hold on tightly,

Until its energy is spent;

Or, to spring off like a grasshopper,

Surviving the maelstrom

Until another day.

Another Way

Stepping up,

I listen

For your story.

I wait

For a sign

That you are ready

To go with me.

Cringing back

I feel the sting

Of your rejection.

Slowly, now,

I understand.

You don’t want

Another lover.

You just don’t want

To be alone.

So maybe there

Is hope for us

In the end.

Maybe we

Can make it work.

Another day,

Another way.

Who Is This?

What child is this

Who came to us

To bring something

For us to eat,

And Christmas gifts galore?

What man is this

Who runs around

In a red suit,

Giving candy canes

And chocolate?

Who is this

Who flies across the sky

With a shiny red nose

To light the way?

And whose heart

Will grow a bit

In this season of love,

This time of giving?

Ho ho ho.

Christ mass time is here oh ho ho ho!

Jingle bells are ringing in my ear.

Can you feel my enthusiasm?

Really, I’m happy about it, but

It is stressful with all the expectations

Of joy and merriment.

Carol all your bells and all that, but

Don’t expect me to join in.

Yeah, I know, it’s the season

Of peace and love, giving and getting,

Snow and fireplaces and hot chocolate.

I can’t wait to celebrate and I’m glad

My shopping is all done.

Now, bring on the cookies and candy!