To be down on all fours, scrambling
for
light
air
sustenance
peace of mind
pieces of I- gone away
maybe forever?
forget it.
Can I carry you?
No, I don’t want to be lifted anymore
We are ashes stepped upon with steel-toe in a mid-winter blizzard
but I need
some
thing
person
outside of my own but it’s just the ticking cloud above
and below
waving slowly
brain surf, a picture off center
need, bleed, feed
this human void of depth of speed
it’s we
gone to bed
finally
peace out to the alligators, all shapeshift & wind gusts once more
I can carry skin
until it sheds.
-excerpt from my book “Dancing with my Demons” available on that big website where everyone buys things.
