I’m what they call
rapid cycling
what this means is I can shift and change and transcend from
one state of being state of doing state of elation state of denial state of creation
to the next and the next and the next and the next
while you’re still stuck on
satisfaction
I can burn my candle at both
ride my horse into the
leap buildings in a single
hold my feet to the
build palaces with my bare
wrap you around my
rip away your clothes and make
be everything I you they ask
do everything I you they ask
look at you jump into you hold onto you
and fall in love in love in love in love
before you even really wonder-ask-know who I

am.

and

what I am

is

a bomb

imploding

in

predictable

intervals

leaving me

dead

to

your

touch.

I turn

chronic

....melancholic

.........catatonic

..............catastrophic

and the

only

movement

I

make

other than

to lift

my heavy hands

to shield

my eyes

from the

memory

of your

overwhelming

light

is to

succumb

to the desire

to have

no desire.

(another pill)

the monotone voice
that I vaguely recognize
as sanity
speaks slowly now,
with sadness,
knowing,
when I come back around,

you’ll be long gone.

Well done and beautifully sad.

nicely done...

((myanimalc))

Thank you

faded
kc
(((Harold)))

"when I come back around,

you’ll be long gone."


We'll be here...

(((animal))) so sadly moving but what strength behind it