Starch a shirt, a menial task.
Wash a pair of pants,
Drink from a flask.
Beware of infinite losses,
Clinging to your arm
In the middle of the night.
Don’t pick a fight.
You might, I know.
Catch the flow
Of air conditioning
On my skinny toes.
Feel the ringing in your ear.
Try to steer your car
Away from trouble now.
Cling and bow.
Cling and bow.
The sheets of rain fell from the sky,
Down on my head, making me high.
Can I rescue you with a clue?
Can I help you stand for a moment?
I lost my grip on your hand.
I lost my senses. Now I can’t.
Can you feel the flow of rivers slow?
Do you get drenched with heaven now?
Place your hand in my hand.
Walk with me. Feel the fan on my face.
Heat rises, closes in, floods the air.
Get a taste. Win the race.
Make a play. Pull up a chair.
You are weak, in this difficult time.
I am not strong, I’m sorry to say.
Can you see an open door,
Out of this place?
Can you see the tears
Falling down my face?
I don’t know the answer to your pain,
Or to mine.
I can’t tell which way to go.
Is there a paper to read?
Is there a horizon to see?
Is there a nurse to rescue me, too?
Basketball for a basket case works well.
Moon rocks crumble underneath the astroboot.
Close with cloves by a cloven-hoofed platypus.
Play a record with a fiberglass needle.
Sing a song with a tone-deaf weasel.
Softly, serpentine sardines step closely.
Pointed stars shine brightly from
Millions of miles away. Isn’t that weird?
Awestruck by the multiverse, I sense
A squirming in my stomach that I
Can’t seem to shake. Is it some type of
Alien, trying to communicate???
Sadness creeps up the wall
That you have painstakingly
Constructed around you.
Grief builds.
A crack of anger emerges.
Will you be alone forever?
A hot-air balloon rises out of the valley,
And up past your window.
Past swells into present into future.
There is someone else in your world.
There are others who care about you.
The phone rings, the doorbell chimes.
The clock ticks.
Time keeps you company.
Your destiny arrives.
You exist for a reason.
Someone needs your presence.
Join the motion around you.
Feel the connection.
Absolute nothing seems like a thing,
But there is really no nothing.
Everything is something.
So when you feel numb,
And out of touch, and it seems like
You feel nothing, know
You are always feeling something.
Front row seats at your circus.
Trapeze artist swings, flings and clings
With the best of them. Tweet?
Lions jump through fiery rings,
Only to step in elephant poop.
Must have fed them at the wrong time.
Ring a bell, then here comes
The clown car at high speed.
Screeches to a halt and empties thirteen.
It’s a good show, but the popcorn’s stale,
And the chocolate covered raisins
Melted in my hand (it was hot too).
Rearrange the spoon in my belt.
Croon to the moon just how I felt.
King of things betrays the servant.
Don’t look that way. It’s all I can do.
Nothing but gum stuck to my shoe.
Do you live in the path of mess?
You can tell me. Please, confess.
It’s the same in every camp.
Drop it off without a stamp.
Whistle a nifty tune in the dark.
Up the chimney, left your mark.
Try my self too much you’ll see,
I’m not one to mince or sizzle.
POW! It hits, then I’m gone.
Won’t hang around to milk the fun.
Won’t tell you twice when I fume.
Won’t apologize to those in the room.
It’s you and me, got to settle things.
What you get is what you bring.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 