September 3, 2010


The heels of my hands
Hold my eyes in their sockets
Fractals wrap my head
In a dozen colors
Dizzying me

Compromising that leads
Never following
Breaks down into starlight
And screaming
Restlessness without cure

Independent tears
Breakaway from skin
With more salt
Than ocean's concentrate
Dabbed at with a paper napkin

I was caught today
Falling backwards on blue rug
Hiding from the spectacle of me
Listened and heard
Secured in blinded offices

Sometimes there's too much
In my head
I have to apply pressure
Keeping it all in
Sometimes I need a little help

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