i drift
aimlessly
between
apathetic
and apprehensive
a tumbleweed
blowing through
a no man’s
land of
wavering
constitution
detached from yet
excruciatingly
aware of reality

an associate’s
degree in the art
of dissociation
working on a doctorate
in sucidal ideation
skipping innocuously
through a hailstorm
of razored dissent
pockets full of
apple seeds and
cherry pits to
brew a sleepy time
tea steeped in
anticipation and
sweetened by dismay

i bleed in a color
spectrum just beyond
cones and rods
the faint scent of
lilac and cyanide
demystified in a
corruption of
technicolor
dreamwhispers

weakly fluttering
a poet’s heart pinned
with long silvery
needles to a canvas
of rustic ruminations
long forgone in
bipolar dysfunction
monomolecular static
broadcast through the
sattelite hearts left

drifting
aimlessly
somewhere
between
apathetic
and disenchanted
disambiguously
dissociating
in a boarding
home for
stray tumbleweeds
and incorrigible
poets excruciatingly
aware of reality
yet scribbling on
with middle fingers
raised to divinity