Bright blacK

Tingles on the left

the last two fingers, scaring me.



Tingles in my toes, and only on the left are they going numb and leaving my heart racing like a boat, wanting shore.



Scratches on my neck

the back of my neck

making me scratch my temple, the one to the left

side of my eye kind of doing the same.



Hope for a warm bed tonight, eventually rolling up in a tight

tight ball.



Same t-shirt I have worn for weeks

new air i suppose\filled with cigarette smoke



keyboard covered in a dusty cloth

dusty 'coz been sitting like a rock



Is it getting grey? Like I never thought?!



Crackle from the ground is my music tonight alone with the stupidest street cars flushing out bad words like 'peace, fullness, energy and future...',



they are only ugly because WE have MADE them this way.



LET'S SHAKE THAT WAY! (vibrate off, making the skin so dry that it shed's off new light)



Talking to much causes illness, to you and the listener.



It is time to discipline myself, feel a bit of shock, a shock of cool, bright black tender petals of newness!



Because, new flowers in my room, rearranged furniture, won't be enough.



Will the tingles fade or heighten?



and, when they go, will I know?



Until then I will dream of a light blue turtleneck against a boy's skin I think about time to time, a ruckus so clean, and clothing for tomorrow.