vida

don't feed them after 8 pm
where's my hand in the spin

(and the wild horses drag me away
everyday)

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when you hang
the ground is the sky
and the sky the ground
the world is upside down
i walk with my head
and think with my feet
behind the sliding glass
i feel safer indoors
dissecting my disarrayed fragments
assorting and placing
sticking and taping
collecting my life
as i do magazines
finding a full moon retreat
in the calm of silently
patience in waiting
virtue in making

i make such a mess
in my unrest
i go mad trying to map
the frequency of the brain
so many toxins taint
the evolution of the page
i've written it all before
as
the dawn and eves escape
so
i sway with the breaks
and still make what i make

hopefully that all changes
hopefully it all rearranges
into a better fit
my money, my time, my mind

as i have lost my sanity
in the safe zones
and feel too heavy
in the idle of home

precision in decision
i can almost envision
a happily ever after

but

i must get on board
catch up where i left off
catch up where i gave up
and face up
like the golden Trumps

cuz

I have always had a hunch
about this diamond in the ruff


Viva la vida!