And so I meditate...

And so I meditate...

               too much.

and my mind
((implodes))
into
"What does that mean?"
"How come?"
"Why do I?"
      "Why do I?"
            "Why do I?"

WHY DO I?

Or I quit.
Shut down.
   
      brain: off.

do
do
do.

worry later.

So now I think to myself

Ask then do?
Do then ask?
Ask and do?
Don't do, don't ask.

Or I could burn this page
and grow something new

             in
            the
          ashes.

Oh Joy!

Today I found out that I finally got a job. I was so ecstatic that I wrote this poem on post it notes.

Fourth of July.

The night lights up with spurts of brilliance.

Once a year.

Then every five seconds.

Words rolling off the tip of my tongue through my finger tips like electric currents.

Pooling my innermost thoughts into tacky light up sweaters and clip on flag earrings.

Spectacular brightness

burning out

       falling

    trail

      of 

        sm

      oke

        roof.

           rolling...

               gutter.