Tiptoeing

To & fro
we go
backward

tiptoeing
into so-so
know-it-all

nothing
befell
everyone

a heavy boulder crisis

in spite of
a life of
comparative degeneration

where to go
when feel low
oh so

dead skin hardened
ready to be picked
& flicked away

listening to
a loud & deafening
lifeline

you can hear it in your chest

feel it overcome

feel it overwhelm

and I can hear
a piercing silence
as the beat is

ripped away
from the drum

nothing left but
suck thumb

head in sand
& struck dumb

it is so lonesome
to be alive
& not laugh

it is so wholesome
to be alive &
not care

listen to the loud
& deafening
lifeline

you can hear it
in your pulse

feel it overcome

feel it overwhelm

Number One

Ideal
I feel
wrapped
in bandages

Numb
I feel
like Number
One

Tingling
in finger tips
I feel pins & needles
holding up my smile

Unreal
I feel
wrapped in
everyday sameness

Caress
I feel
her kiss exploding
through thick ice

Aching are my bones
now I feel tendons
snapping
to become a working god

I feel so many things
but no anesthesiologist
can turn me
OFF