upside down and round
it’s sometimes upside down
you know, after spinning around
looking at the sky, the trees
then watching the blur around my feet…
my confused thoughts are
pounding in my head and then
it’s far from quiet or dead
it’s pulsing fast through my veins
I’m my own punching bag
fast and furious and invincible
I take a walk and smoke some more
have some wine after
five cups of coffee
more wine and smoke
I scream in a whisper not to wake them up
but he does,
and goes straight back to bed
not understanding me.
it’s upside down most of the time.
But there is so much beauty here
so much love, so much giving
laughter and light.
I’m going to turn somemore…