the great divide

everything that keeps me together
falls apart

countdown

10 weeks left this year

this was supposed to be a banner year
and it has been

only
rolled up and into tube
packed up and away
along side the dust bunnies
long
time ago
I believed
in dancing

turtles all the way down

I am planning on going back to school. what a dream of the quiet simple life I hold dear to my breast.

they ask complicated questions like "what is your current mailing address" as if I am just supposed to be able to rattle that off easy as pie.

anyhow.

I am not homeless just don't have an address or a car.

my heart breaks against the walls of my chest and beats with the longing of a long harbored barge. 

I use people up

wear them out
listless lack of ambition

I spent my aptitude
on youth

Burn the Holdings

My life can fit under a table
except the horse
he is too tall to settle for living under a table

I don't know how I fee;
about the not going as planned
the quick decisions
and the sudden bursts of make a choice now

but I do know
the hunger for sharp and hot
and desire for the long slow regeneration
as skin pulls back together
seams tight back to itself

not today instead more coffee