randomly, depressed states

it’s in my sadness 
where you will find me this time 
trapped in my head

stuck there with all the
words said, over and over
crushing me each time

randomly, depressed
states of being, that is me
life is hard sometimes

and i feel the pinch
when a winters day reveal
returns to memory

for her, this all is
failure to deliver, twas
on me, my sad heart

un-spun

how it spins
and spins
all widdershins
from spittle
chins
to kicked in
shins
pearlescent
scales
to dorsal fins
dirty
needles and
punk rock
pins
sleepless from
mini thins
tattooed notes
on leathered skins
games of skill
and their scoreless
wins
the happy eyes
with toothless grins
how it spin’s
and spins
until its done
a clock
un-spun

glasses

stirred from
slumber
waking up
to realize

that i’ve
been betrayed
by my
own eyes

these hands,
are they
my dearest 
friend

searching for
the focals 
that buck this
trend

my, oh my…
this is my
myopic view

if you’re within
two feet
i can
no longer 
see you

one 
point two five
brings
sharpened sight 

that youthful
arrogance 
lost
overnight

like, charles

i know
the world
as it was
as
it is
as it
will be
i see the
truth
of society
the dragging
feet
of their
depravity

i know
my muse
her joy
it eludes
and dilutes
the pain
as obtuse
or absent
as it may
seem
it inspires me

i know
the clock
it robs us
time is
a trap
that cages
birds who
dare to
fly free

i am the myth
the ethos
i am
the scree
that rolls
loose
until it
covers me

i know
the mountain
the
insurmountable
the climb of
of climbs
the hollow
metal rod
the distant
echo of
wind chimes
i know all this
because
like, charles
i know
all to well
our lack of
humanity