Flip The Switch

I can hide behind my books and music and writing and

God-

-knows

-what

-else

I pour myself into when yellow is brown and purple is black.


But suddenly there are no more pages,

and the song ends,

and the ink runs out.

And then I'm right back wearing my red dress and black shoes,

and serenity is closer than I ever imagined it could dwell.

Because you can't run from your own scrutiny

your own arrogance

your own insecurities,

your own imperfections,

When you belong inside your own skin.

Old Habits Die Hard

Petal...

plucker?puller?mutilator?

Cushioned by the stems of those who didn't foot the bill.

I twist slowly,

my fingers anticipating.

Now faster,

the desired is approaching.

But my lack of...

patience?coordination?luck?

seems to overcome

ever

y

time.

That's just my pessimism talking again,

The perfect...

apple?flower?word?

is still intact.

Can we get a repair guy in here? The damn play button is jammed again.

Gold and

Green and

Ice

bring forth thoughts,

still swirling without resolve.

Ten plus

Fourteen divided by

Two months back.

Again

Again

Once more

Again

Repeat

Alright, it's been established!

The point is lucid.

I'm kaput.