i was told to have a festival within me

a sort of unexplained hoopla

but inside me it is stoppered

and nothing good is festering

progressive banter, skin tight schedules, self made deadlines,

g, wake up early, love life



i cannot channel the spirit that will

help me look forward to paying bills

it will be done in the timely manner as one hopes ,

with no beating of the drum

no sayonce

nothing to smile about, really.o for it


styled hysteric



my throat croaks

then my mind replies


The winds rock the boat

but the sails are christened


If you think too much,

you’ll capsize,

I tell myself,

styled hysteric.