Butterfly

I can’t be A productive member Of society When I can’t even follow My own thoughts Because You and You You threw me to the ground Mixed with dust and detritus Existing on Layers of dirt and sand Turned to rocky crag Abandoned baby Feral soul Wild thing Tourist Don the illusory garb Hide in the … Continue reading Butterfly

Where is My Blue Sky

Softly buried under cement Thanks for all the great memories Thought processes spider off in crazy directions Mimicking disease Facial abscesses Missing teeth Signs of stroke for brief episodes Temperamentally unsuited and emotionally unsound A serious condition always requires a serious response Wouldn’t it be great to be able to reboot ourselves Without technical difficulties … Continue reading Where is My Blue Sky