You feel like you’re falling apart
Like everything you have
Maybe means less than you
Thought it would or does or
What does it mean to be
Too much around the edges
Crispy and hard to digest
What a nap could most likely fix
Is also not totally guaranteed
I can smell the faint smoke
Of the neighbors cigarette
Lingering in the air
The thought of moving to a
Different town smelling
Someone else’s smoke
Lingering in the air perhaps
Even Greece appeals to me
In a way that sort of forgives
This avant garde way of living
A sip of redemption and
Perhaps an escape along the
Edge of a cliff not pretending
To be alive or escaping
Reality but just wanting
To be fiercely honest about
Who I am and now gravely
Entangled by some betterment
Of what doing well for or
As well as a person could be
At living life; ejects me into what
Would give up some deeper
Resolution to the meaning
Of life or at the very least
Help release the grasp I
Have so tightly gripped
Onto thinking I was going
About it in some especially
Wonderful way but
Who knows
© GÄ
Poétique 