Constantly concentrating and carefully adjusting.

Walking on this wire I feel I must sing!

Cause the view is amazing, and my fears are fading.

No need to change things, keep them all waiting.

Onlookers yell and express their feelings.

But how could I tell, my heads above ceiling.

This is my mission, my choices, including mistakes.

Sliding across the lower coast.
Yelling my music with headphones on.
Revitalized! Ugly quarters in pocket.
Sleeping in...someone else's bed.
Nice new bites. Twisted thought process leads to funtime extravaganza.
A whimsical welterweight when it comes to word work.
I just want to spill sandwich guts on my poetry paper.
I want a big fantastic ball of bright light.

Sipping suds, distracted by conversation.
Talking about weird sex and breaking rules.
Overheard by a beautiful maiden.
Made in South America. Made to be broken.
Outspoken and proud. Aloud to be loud.
From Hop Sauce to Rasputin, and back again.
Swimming in a pool game, Just drunk enough to drown the right balls.
A pre-party for late night conditioning.

Dinner's over. Time for my dessert.

Way past romance, time to eat with passion. Sweet, smooth, soft, and oh so moist. If you're not hungry don't worry about it. But I'm gonna see how many licks it takes to get all the frosting off your cake.

Don't be shy, we can indulge ourselves when we're alone. My sweet tooth is strong and a cup of coffee with my cake will keep me up all night long.

Box up your personal materials. Strip your comfort zone down to bare bones. Once you dig to the bottom of the old piles, you'll have a new found respect for your sentimental trash. Pictures of old girlfriends and unused holiday decorations. Things that light up and spin while wasting time. I guess I'm a waste collector, and I don't mean a trash man. I'm trash, maaan.

I used to feel invulnerable. I had weaknesses but they couldn't get to me. A steel plate over my heart and a Kevlar mask covering my face. I took off that costume and allowed my fears to consume me. Once eaten alive and digested I became numb. No one person held the key to my private safe, and suddenly I had no need to lock it. Nothing to hide and no one to hide from.

Everything is a game or a test. Act the way everyone expects you to. Don't disappoint. Pretend you're happy to be courteous.

Can't stop.
Don't want to.
Up late drunk, make more.
Any inspiring event, make more.
New poetry blog, make more.
Why make it?
Why not?
It's the least commercially promising writing.
It's the least common.
It's the least I can do for myself.
What else would allow me to be so seductive and insane simultaneously.