Musical Muse of the moment

The cautionary tale of a diversionist

garden play, get your hands dirty
your turn to be on top in the pile-up
the crash, melding glass

Actions to keep a mind busy
avoiding the chapters of distress

the same hands that start the new chapter,
end it.

I guess i'm not a little girl anymore

I should probably stop looking at this wall with such contempt
and just get over it.

ok, fine: you win. No more doubts.

I want to get burned by the sun

Detective fodder feeding mouths of the inquiring.
Peering through tainted glass, barely audible images.
questioning each of my windows to see if one will speak.
A shameful attempt to shatter my pride and expose me completely,
No one shall have the last word.

Musical Muse of the moment

Musical Muse of the moment

A calm tornado

Back spinning out of control.
Joints: burning flames.
motor moving forward,
toward total demise.
Each step breaking pavement.
No pressure; a constant climb
trying to find a common thread.
Never turn back the clock,
keep moving, steppin' to the beat.
Don't stop.
Fight this gravity, fight it hard
keeping me down, flat to the ground.
Throw punch 1 and 2,
dip from attack,
Steppin' forward, can't look back.

My mind feels troubled, but i know it's illogical,
slow burn this short fuse, ease the knife out,


...sleep through this paranoia.