up to no good

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good each day me wake up, each night me shut it down.

can’t help it- me likes the action, those sweet shards of glass beneath me feet, the thin ice fissuring then enveloping, the cosmic downpour each time the skies above breath; me prefers some idiot wind ripping through me hair, singing me eyelashes, that frozen blizzard breathlessly swallowing me head up, whole…gulp!

yup, up to no good sweeping desert floors, no good lighting funeral pyres, no damn good ringing judges doorbells collecting boyscout quarters for cookie-box donations, swear me’s up to no good knowing me may not fully comprehend “goodness” and its flipside are choices, up to no good renting a dumptruck to unload whatever head’s handy, no good compromising for peace, no good praying for karmic balance each and every day me awakes, and then each night me dies just a little more, only to begin me badness again..

May, 2015

Lake Worth, Fl