Heaves of Gas

I hear a dissonant theme like a jab in the head

and I am a little bit rusty

and my scales don’t flow smoothly

but my groove is growing in me

I want another hour

another day

another week

I want another lover to ruin me hereafter

I want another god

a new promise of a better future

I want another rhythm

and this rhyme gets better now that I’m older ( but non the wiser)

I wish I’d crumble so my craft would get sharper

laugh at my idealistic hogwash frenemies

and say I am a walking disaster

because

this anger

bolder stronger deeper darker

is all what the world promised to offer

that I may be

healed

renewed and

finally silenced

dancing to the tune of earths subtle spin

oh blindly fueled rage

this shadowboxer buried six-feet under

rears its ugly head and sees

for the first time in 26 years

that the world is multi-colored

and now that I am done off to the next chapter

--- Heaves of Gas of what would’ve been “Leaves of Grass”

Oh the Bane of Knowing Too Much About You.