Makes me want to jump off snagging that tear my father left behind.
Gusts of wind flys through my house slamming the door like he did leaving me wet, cold with my mothers loss.
Rain drops like dimes in the phone booth I took refuge in.
Then punk rock and screams fly out car windows with my joint's smoke with the smell of forgotten gardenias in my dry tears.
Wet dogs are stealing pieces of me with their tongues.
An invisible bird keeps me company while I play God only to peck at my heart.
I see fast moving clouds from my couch remembering babysitters bandaging their holes while mine leaked on the living room rug and friends hiding their love from me while mine oozed from my pores.
Looking into the refrigerator under last years quiche I wonder if the discarded can regenerate like thawed out flies.
Night shines shooting stars above my head while I lie on the deck thinking about the flat plastic shoe bin where we use to keep the shotgun loaded with drugs, wine or bullets.
Fans twirl constant motion in my soul.
I try bypassing but confront regardless of positioning. Gestures changing with the weather carrying dependence, paradise, fortune and despair.
Don't go forth.
Retreat towards twins grabbing hips, dogs hiding behind chairs, tripped out hippy's bobbing between tokes, complete sorted memories interrupted by fools, Jack Daniels in a young lady's hand, glasses of despondency, long nosed clowns touch cabinets filled with songs, teeter on binges, walk a tight rope of pills, claim needs while dishing out warnings, news, help and judgement.
I concur shaking my hanging head, gripping my wooden chair, shuffling my bare feet.