Thumbtacks

Thumbtacks:

The days are in a trance
Life at a standstill
filled frame of being awake past the rim of dawn's dance
But I embrace the chance
And caress the moment
Broken by ill will yet still standing and growing
Flowing word in cursive speech
As waves crest breasts of coupled sentences
And roll over the cusp of flushed looseleaf
These seasons are blurs of extreme
Reasons to become hermits or say fuck it and leave
Or ride it out without sleep
Another night of anxiety
Pricking tips with chemicals built for quick fixes
The description of "normal" based on brain function is frightening
I'm reluctant to keep stored these collections that want to absorb
And the luggage is not worth the carry on charge or prostate check at the door
So I'll ignore the unknown numbers
And hope to not go under
But What's upsetting is the necessity to rely
On paper passed
And my wallets never fat enough to grasp that notion without collapsing
Into broken bone and alabaster coating
Skin dipped in pen tip with the page on credit
And an engine that doesn't want to quit going
But I get frustrated with the words course
When they don't want to join forces
And pages are left to fend for themselves
When my mind wanders past the perforated edge of time lapse
And I gather my sentences
And I gather up my things
I master the art of escaping from that which wished to be my ending
I plaster the walls And restart from scratch
A paper made actor strung out on thumbtacks
And empty notepad backs
Some of the worst and some of the best
Written on scrap of trifold beverage napkins
Leftovers from late night happenings
And battles at sea of bottle
Where we full throttle through the day shift
Like the hangover was running late again
And set sail for yet another journey
Of travels over salted gravel of stars fallen