this day has been
this week has been
fractured
a muted freefall
into viscous waters
treading heavy toward lucidity
deep folds flipped inside out
passions exposed with powerless clout
moved but not moving
linear unspooling
foolish double downtime spent listless and losing
clouded and hazy
yesterdays maybes
swish and swirl round scattered and shady
this weekend was
full of asphalt curves at moderate speeds
lazy sunday minus cupcakes and beats
looking mississippi and feeling minnesota
wide uncertainty on narrow shoulders
i read the words
watched the show
slept it off and moved slow
syncopated rhythms
decisions indecision
familiar faces in a backdrop of visions
voices carry
voices spoken
rub my eyes
blink
and open
