Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told

To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?

Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream

A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble

A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs

A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there

Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!