my snowboots sideways by the door
crust of dried sleet-muck
doilying upward from the soles
I heard a song when I was asleep
and now it's snagged in my head
a kite in a tree
although I can't remember
and now the studying I've done
should come in hand, pen in hand
the page is full of meaningless words
like wet sand,
glooping away slowly
or drying on my palm,
to be stolen by the wind
and even though I bragged that I
never worry, life for me
is a suncoast dream of fizzy light
and rollerskates down a slight slope
even though I painted this
and tried to draw myself in too,
it's a lie, just a lie.
I worry more than I can say and
the only way to keep it at bay
is to snap my fingers, shake my leg
and think of something else instead
I wish a buzzard would scream in my ear
at least I'd know I'm not alone
In this gorgeous tropicana desert wasteland
Instead I'm dangling-
I'd rather fall
than never meet the ground at all. |
Submission Name: buzzard wake up call
