Lost Love Lust

Categories: My thoughts.

• catlytic catastrophy.

  This will not be poetic.
  This will not be inspiring.
  This will be a release.
  A catharsis of otherwise redirected and refiled thoughts flowing through my brain.
  Everything I’ve ever known is nothing.
  I somehow manage to pass my latest anatomy exam by lying awake through the night.
  Writing, frantically so, and for what?
  So a series of letters on a paper [...]

• bubbles of expansion.

  I am a bubble.
  I am a cloud.
  I am everything I’m not allowed.
  I take flight late in night, when all feels right.
  My mind, at elevation beyond comprehension.
  Realization of all invention, in a different dimension.
  My attention, no longer in prevention.
  There is a certain suspension in the thought of apprehension.
  But my mind fly’s as I feel my body [...]

• autolysis of 32°F.

  It’s been a lonely night for this writer.
  I pour some Captain into a glass.
  Cheers to being happily miserable.
  I write to empty my soul, not my glass.
  I played jazz on my drive home from work.
  I’ve probably smiled 400 times today, and not once sincerely meant it.
  I’ve wished hundreds of  “good evenings” and given “thank yous” to [...]

• 1.0.1.0.1.0

  I have fallen into the system.
  I am another binary one and zero.
  Nothing close to a hero.
  I awake and sleep just like all the rest.
  I speak, think, and believe without test.
  The finger taps and the window cracks.
  I am glass, but a mass.
  Touch lightly and with class, do not allow this moment to pass.