involuntary yoga

with the air
escaping from your head
a swish, a swoosh
and no amount of breathing
can replenish
what now is lost
never had, never will
in
out
exhale
inhale
the air keeps escaping
escaping from your head

wake up

dance shaken scared
by the eyes you can't see
the ones that teeter and twitter
behind the minds that bind them
strut castrated days
too much to take in
and still the minds find flaw
not enough there
to walk about slowly
with nothing but pennance deep in your heart
something so sudden
without caustic cause
doesn't seem so sudden when rubbed out like sleep
doesn't seem so sudden when rubbed out like sleep

born with no direction

standing atop the cobblestone curb
the straight line of the bridge
greened over by the age of the waters below
the smell of long forgotten clean sheets
the days of purpose long gone
no more water than cobblestone
straight lines
straight lines
straight lines
and then the rain falls down like children
from drunken storks with slippery beaks

questions from a diner counter

mornings with Spaulding Grey
nights with Klaus Nomi
luncheons that only occur in your mind
simple thoughts kept at bay
simple thoughts released throughout
mid-day hunger can drive one mad, insane
was this a tea party meaning
was this a flatulent thought
if only I were to eat lunch it might just go away