My leg came off and started barking orders at me
I attempted to continue my exercise
It was no good
The leg itself had separated
it wasn't bleeding
It was speaking
Telling me I wasn't doing enough
Bending extending and jumping in tantrum
I tried to grab it
It jumped and dodged
A piece of me with it's own mind
Telling me what I should be doing
Attempting to kick me
A kilometer ahead the sun lit up the side of a hill
God bless this land
The narrow shard blesses on this place
scanning over the woodlands
The rolling pastures
God bless this land
I can taste it all
fresh after rain
Split above allow gold to flow on it
To bless it as a good thing on this day
on all days from now on
The roundness
of hips
The swirl
smiling from the waist down
Swinging exhiliration
Sunlight blinding
Telling the world you can´t have this
Substance that gives a headrush
Sweltering from the curb up
Turn your head
peripheral
It´s just a poor street cleaner checking you out
Split between feelings
A department in mind for each person
For each aspect of each person
The lense on friendship
On love
On work
A puzzle
Pieces of a collective
Not whole
The edge of the day
Cutting each hour a serrate
A tiny blade through remaining time
Zig zagging jig sawing
Through the minutes
Severing
the dullness trickling color
drops of freedom
Obligation blanking out
Many spaces gone
We want something to fill
As emptiness bleeds into
Look into me
Turpentine I am
you adhere romance
you obsess pine scented
I am none of the above
Just highly flammable
I am tree blood
Ice water even
A sharp tongue
sun baked timber
A resinous ghost
One that forgot how to love now
Or had it chemically extracted
Reach into your pocket for the next joint
You and your friend still dazed from new year's eve
walking awkwardly but happily up the beack
The sand moist dark brown goes down 10 inches
Every walking step quite a struggle
And on each other's shoulder
Singing some dinky chorus
Half drunk teenage dawn
Smile up at the cold front
Coming in to knock you down
With pelting rain
Optimistic grin
You come upon your relatives
Further up the beach
Covering themselves in blankets
Recovering from the revelry
But you are not done
You ask them in charisma
To rise and spark a mood
to sing and be jolly
But the beach is getting it's first large dollops of rain
And the hungover party is migrating like lazy cows to their vehicles
Now you work your charm for a ride but none is given
For whatever was previously transgressed still stung
And so you and the other sinker hitchiked
As the cold front pushed the southerly into you
Big droplets of rain
Two idiots still singing a chorus
