| 12:11a |
JAMES MICHAEL-DOUGLAS
all this and nothing all this and once
maybe for all.
we can get the dirt devil and do something
about this dust cloud in my head,
a black and decker with a past that's
checkered.
what do you feel about the decor of these rooms?
the tornado swings by and busts the doors off their
hinges.
the window pane rattles as the shutters shudder when
the feel me cringing.
this isnt a house,
it certainly isnt a home
and none of us want to live here anymore.
its a wash. its a cracked windshield
the way this mind works I cant explain
high wire hard ware with a hay wire hard stare
a total block in the front of my brain
focus focus focus focus focus focus
focus on the pain.
focus on a paragraph, sentence structure
creativity
and I'm to blame.
my weaknesses all exposed
half way there like knee high panty hose.
and its inexplicable how the details
now are on the internet for download.
this isn't a house,
it certainly isn't a home
and you know what they say about doing what you do when in rome. |