Spring Warning

My life is measured out in empty teacups,

And dirty paper cups that once held coffee

Rolling under the passenger seat of my car

To the rhythm of my erratic heartbeat and

Weezer on the radio.

The rushing need to get somewhere

The two steps taken, four steps lost

The tango-ing with the myriad options,

Pa pa,pa PA, Pa pa. pa PA

Moving with such energy

And noticing the little things, like

Rainy nights and seethrough leaves

While missing more than my fair share

Of human moments, face- á-face.

The berlin wall restored

And spring fleshes out, in spasmic

Gasps, and the colour hurts my attic –tuned eyes

And grabs the attention from the manic little things

And says, whith painted nails pointing

Stop,change,convert

But so help me, the heavens are silent after this

Tyrade and leave me with the muddled dicet.

No explaination of WHY my moments, hours

And days were rejected,

and no yellow brick road to skip down

May 2nd, 2010