the head cold connected to the sinus

the sinus connected to the inner ear

the inner ear controls equillibrium

and the idiot want to be poet falls and hits his head

insult to augury

congregation, we are gathered to witness the last dying dregs of his immortal pride as he wakes, wrapped in his blanket and falls from the grace of a double topped mattress to the floor

can i get an omen

as the scuttle and groove of fighting to free himself from the self imposed confines continues let’s look at the sad state of affairs

the lone fool

egg shaped knot on his forehead proving there is something in there besides rocks and petulant turn of phrase

his head spinning and not from the sweet refrain of love or sorrow

but swollen eustachian tubes

because of course it is

misery loves off balance motion and the haze of vertigo

which strikes me as the outside world burrowing into my skull

this fugue state has become an adventure at high sea

i know up from down but can not find them

it started as all things

a seed

which blossomed into the bush of thorns and buds that never fully bloomed

like my love life

this dizziness is the same as being constantly reminded that it isn’t time for a relationship but expected to pretend it is until it is time to stop

and there is no set of instructions as to which is which

a false profit, the illiterate poet, the pseudo-boyfriend, the time killer, the wooden boy that comes to life when no one is around

the empty promise

a chalice of hope with cracks running down it’s length, pooring it’s contents into the dusty ground

the spinning man

trapped in a state in between fictions, factions, frictions, fantabulous menageries of unsane whispers and impossible expectations

have i become the unvisible man

existing under a cloak of benign disinterest

not quite camofluaged but so plain and common as to blend into the nothingness in the room

a wheezing fog machine of incandescent blank

hacking and coughing and one foot on the floor to stop the spins

unable, unwilling, instability the only steady pillar in this milquetoast realm of improper grammar and accounting errors

catastrophically common place

in a fugue state for one

sipping coffee and trying to not to vomit

the action figure in original packaging

left on the shelf but not for sale

just bitterly reminded that it is not the right moment to spring free and save the planet

but not for anyone else to play with either

the definition of hurry up and wait

scurry up and felate

worry not it’s too late

for all of us