Too Much Caffeine A Little Too Late

A Little Too Much Caffeine A Little Too Late

Tears.
What happened to not crying?
I watched after the little brown blob like it carried something precious
Perhaps a gem, long buried in the abscess of friendship
And I cried.
Then the hands wrapped about me
Comfort of all evils
Sat me down
Poured me five shots of vodka
And me weighing only ninety pounds
But I can hold my liquor and my sorrows certainly can’t.
The coils of color consumed my life
Playing – tweaking – boiling my hands
This is my playground
A garden of pot shards and discarded vases
Where I can let loose my thousands of whips
and walk away spotted.
I’d planned on a nap, but the time just flew
And before I knew it I was back in the lair
A thumb tack stuck in a wall stud
Bored as all heaven and hell
I taught, and then the silence grew… and grew
Until it seemed fit to give birth
And I sprouted limbs to push out of that damn wall stud.
I ran up and back down
Five strings to fiddle and play with
I became a lump on a log
And the time dragged like a potato sack full of bricks.
I savored my scoop and licked my ladle
my sweet love
And walked up the hill once again
To spend time with a family I call my own
We listened and watched and talked and laughed
Joking and poking fun like all families do
Tossed one thought to another by the mysterious creative wind
A tornado disturbing all in its path.
I fed my addiction and here I am
Middle of the night and wide awake.