Hazy Acres

Right now or ever

The tough morning when the body feels 

Pots and pans 

Clang bangs 

Grit in the bone 

Sand paper skin 

Muscles exhausted from pushing 

I don’t want to be trapped in here 

Forced pain 

Forced fed while being held down 

Then the mind you have to convince

It’s ok to rest

Days away from a big marker

Come backs are beautiful fantasies 

We are allowed to play in our head

Films

You can’t escape yourself or the way it unfolded 

Nor do you need to 

I see me looking at a monument 

Silhouettes down a long hallway 

This coffee tastes of shit 

But its Monday on a Friday and I like the temp 

One diva to another 

Queens in the convertible 

I slept hours and will sleep more hours 

As the dream needs tending to 

A widget left loose in space

This left buttock is a real hoot 

Right elbow too stiff to wave hello

So you fade in the mystic 

One habit away from your own courage 

Or defeat 

Which is just another chance to rise 

Brain over easy 

Tornado soup is the special today 

And the sounds are coming in 

Maybe a swim