Birthday Psychological Poems

Tilting in the breeze 
branches sway to and fro 
to the rhythm under the world 
a delicate snow to autumn breeze 
rushing here, there 
breaking...

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My Life is definitely trying to tell me something....
It is almost certainly painting a picture, but I can't see what it's a picture
of.
It's been a...

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The Cane

Not made of candy, but real wood. 
It belonged to my father’s father, 
and his father, before him. 

No, they were all good man....

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"The Drowning Machine"



Pulled from my mouth
a string of raw gold to build a tower
built from one understanding
a united ziggurat of words sucked
backwards played before broken...

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Affliction with comprehension,
now plain as day
predisposition to experience
(particularly abstract) cognitive
acquisition assailed at bay

posits me to suspect mental
deficiency within gray
matter of yours truly, whose
academic track record...

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It's 10 pm I go to bed
Try to rest my weary head

It's 11 pm I just can't sleep
Things I'm seeing make me weep

It's 12 am...

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Dismal prospects,
future dreams cast further asunder
Another balloon moment ...
	floating,
lazily      	   up and away

Every tomorrow
disappear each slumbering night
And the...

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BECOMING EIGHTEEN

Now I can go to jail
Have for myself, a bad name
If I take the wrong steps
And follow evil men

One that I would carry with...

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As if in a decades long
     somnambulant trance
     for majority of years
     I...

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i could stare at your very photogenic (albeit invisible) countenance all day (or mice elf Stuart Little as a poor substitute), all week, the entire...

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Up in smoke a caterpillar creeps in your ear                ...

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When I was young, I noticed
Many adults stopped aging at 39.
Had something to do with Jack Benny
And trying to hold back time.
 
Then I noticed something...

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