Category : Articles

Sub Category : Self Help

as i peer
out my bedroom
window,
a chirping bird
finks
to the musky
aromas
of a valiant pine~
the gentle
yet subdued
conversations
of birdsong
that intrepidate
are brimful
and high-flown
much ado
about nothing,
perchance
a blue-breast
yonder
and in
melodious pursuit
of 
the sunstring 
harmonies--
a vibrant careening
as my heart begins
to beat faster...
fiddling snowflakes
elucidate
the cockcrow
lavender hued
sky,
i retreat from
my baneful fixation
and
arrive next to 
the ringing bells
of my alarmclock
shimmering
evil in a way
as my mind
paints squalls
of 
blue and red
as in
dripping surprise,
sirens begin to
moan and wail
as the ringing bells
churn and elongate
back and forth
almost like
delusions i am used to
i wrestle with it
roman-greco-like
lunges cheat
me
a surefire
deafening defeat
but not before
i...
relinquish the vortex
of morning mania
echoing moment´s
insanity
just one more
dainty aspiration
of
Og,
i can already
taste 
toasted rye
of eggs over easy
golden yokes
now ringing
my tastebuds
like the alarmclock´s
salute 
my lips pucker 
for more melted
butter
and dark espresso
debacles
about who was the poop
and who is the poop
now that 
we have made it 
this far,
the bluejay
sings
like mocking birds
harp 
of mysteries
yet to relish,
swallowed
with a lascivious
tongue