but I spilled it all over the for michael table dripping on the linoleum
making patterns all over the patterns
but what of it? what did it all mean?
knocked over my cherry pop tart breakfast
red plate useful for so many years
a favorite of the politburo and proletariat
the angry young man with his fist in the air
now laying broken and discarded in the kitchen trash
what if the party finds out?
how does he feel to be no longer wanted?
I contemplated this sadness of the situation
walking out into the daylight unwillingly
squinting soldier salute reaching for my smeared sunglasses
streetlights danced in the wind to the sounds of an ocarina played by mother nature
jet plane flew overhead and I paused to marvel at it for the 77,960th time
now just coasting at the coast
hold the sunshine please
but the sunshine wasn’t playing along with my melancholy mood
what if we decided to stop suffering from anxiety?
we’d be right as rain in no time
but it’s just not that easy
looking out at the ocean and you can’t even imagine
the waves dancing up and down in and out doing the wahtusi
I look up at the skies and see lucy
my mind stretched across the water and just submerged itself