Should I start to count
The fingerprints on my glasses?
The glasses I see through
Or the ones I drink from?
Should I play
A hand of pinochle
With my grandpa,
In the sunroom of his
Manufactured home
In Barefoot Bay,
Thirty years ago?
Once around the neighborhood
On my grandma’s tricycle,
As contentment rises
From each wheel.
A sunny day by the pool,
Playing shuffleboard—
Yeah, that’s the good life!
The balance in a rain drop
On a windshield,
While coasting through the country,
Magnifies my wishful thinking
On a starry night
In wintertime.
So, what’re your thoughts
On the Appalachian Trail,
With fallen leaves on an autumn day?
My guesses get shorter
As I pass through the equinox.
My hints get deeper,
As the wrinkles on my face.
Walking down a flagpole,
The going gets good;
As good as a trampoline
On a clear summer day.
And the Jeep casseroles
Float to the top of the lake,
Where canoe riders can stake
Their claim to a paper plate
At the picnic of hallee-hoos.
Let’s rock to the happy tune
Of Nirvana on the tube.
Huddle catch coffee bench happy mouse left best
Ruse laugh intimate bounce cadaver you referee
Garage aloof frozen hutch kiss tarantula Cephas
Gargle any waltz veneration vegetable yet fully
Cutie lid new Thompson renovate sticky quality
Cage moose lanky loud tyke weird tower portage
Green old chime chicken hole rewind ford loose
Value chips cool language drowned weed grease
Popular chorus cookie French lute subway army
Hide roof driven dew trifle slew arts anonymous
Noxious held repeat narrow coconut robin round
Unleavened bribery coldness talent screw bobbed
Beneath washed cruelty jacket swing sounds sight
Belief move tangent blob sticker jalopy circus so
Cuckoo stop Cymbalta quiz menagerie quintuplet
Bump uncouth rabble restricted silence swear the
Bilevel strange maintain apple swing tangent oh
Tremble close oil pancakes beach name wallet pot
Squeeze mellow broccoli fuzz bale rude stride vat
Police cackle wonder womb knuckle cruise ample
Electricity
Flowing through my veins.
A bomb in my stomach
Fit to explode.
Falling apart,
From the inside out.
Face is caving in.
Jaw is disintegrating.
Eyes are on fire.
Is there an exit
For me to escape,
Or am I trapped here
With you and them?
Crust bang long hallow sing real veneration able
People mallow shame shuck French kick sidecar
Source reliant course saliva quote beet order Id
Poetry clash tirade country spill brief tires night
Pig trial Pilates stoke citrate wham talk vanilla
Life flowing from my heart
Is cut down by rivers of doubt.
The rushing water wears down
My early oaths and affirmations,
Slowing my faith to a halt.
My simple plan to ditch the man of the gospels,
Runs into blockades along the way.
Nests of love, peace and grace
Call me away from my solitary journey.
I sometimes fight the current,
Or allow myself to rest,
But naturally I am carried away
By the fantasies and delusions
Of my silly imagination.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 