Nether Regions

I can't commune with lesser things than you
the crickets thrum in August's big surprise
and it was all along there in your eyes
the stars that shine too brightly near the moon
the damp and heavy odor gone to soon
The creaking of the floorboards underneath
If overtaking swallows caught by breath
that weren't ever only mine to breathe

Too soon you come collect me from my dreams
it never was so absolutely true
but slipping over mighty slopes of you
my hateful head drawn back and downward pitch
my toes and knees and legs and torso itch
the window open flooding in night sky
it isn't anything but teasing free
your fingers play a song screaming of why

3 ways

Three ways to know you are close to insanity:

1. You pray that someone close to you will get just a little hurt so you can spend the day in the waiting room of an ER reading grimy month old People magazines.
2. You wake up in the middle of the night gasping for air, afraid you are having a heart attack, and then go back to sleep with a smile thinking "It's finally over."
3. On the highway you change lanes thinking "Go ahead, hit me, I double dog dare you!"
   

doubt thou the stars are fire

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