bits...

pieces of me

die

daily

trimmed bits

lie on cold

ground

bits...

it's just

bits

tomorrow

maybe they'll

be lunch meat

for other

crows

"Grounded"

how can
your mouth
(that soft red lipped mouth)
issue the
razor sharp ego-crushing
weighted bludgeoning
torment
with but a puff of breath?
perhaps it's the added
velocity of hardly
hidden contempt
that makes it so
much more
emasculating.

rational....

I'm very rational

and impartial

except when it comes

to deciding if I should

act in

a rational manner

I get upset

it shouldn't be so

difficult to

get along with me

BUT

I argue and debate

contradict myself

lie to myself

worse

I believe

myself

lose my impartiality

makes me no better

than those folks

who used to burn people

at the stake

for being witches

when all they were

was irrational

wait

hold on

do you smell smoke?

Or maybe it's a better neighboorhood...

some fear 

falling into

the infinite possibilities

like love

401k plan

children

death

you could be locked in.

trapped in the revolving cycle

where it isn't about you 

anymore...

oh, my;

waaaaah.

quit the whining

you make choices

live with it

you could be

dead

i mean,

what if they play

Barry Manilow

in heaven

infinitively?