Musings from a Twelve Hour Day

I. Shadow

Evicted from my mind,

standing outside,

I look in and see myself

doing things I'd rather

not be

  

II. Persona

No girlfriend, but a letter
from the mormons
waiting for me at home,
heathen and reality confused
in my mind and ears,
I toil in the crucible of my derision
until the last sinking sun's rays
submerge themselves
in the dark sea of night


III. Unconscious

that aquariumarine sky

bulging big and wide from my glass bowl
bejeweled with rings and a crescent;
I wheel and whir beneath it like a machine

until it stops--