A Nagging

I'm suppose to
be tired
I can feel it
tugging at my
head
A far off thought
Lost in the complex network
that is brain.

My body is
tired
Sagging, unmoving
falling into my mattress under my covers
But my mind
is
Wind awake
and spinning
around in rectangles
just like the stars
the ones that are
Always
Awake.

Not Running Away

The moment of freedom.
For a split second it's all
there is
Then the wind is
stretching the skin of my face
arms, legs, body
it sneaks it's way
under my
glasses, stinging
my eys

All I hear is the
pat-pat-pat
of my feet against the soft dirt
the backround sound
comes as a haze
a slurring blur
of twittering crickets,
humming birds and belching
toads
as they
sit on the dampest
leaves, staring into nothing
looking at everything
all at once

The taste in my mouth is of
sweat
and I resist the urge to
clomp my jaw together
to gnaw my tongue raw
To taste that sweet rusty
blood in my mouth

My legs
are pumping, straining, on fire,
hurting, but I
keep going
my arms are pumping
back and forth
creating rhythm
they end with small, tight fists
knuckles white, skin thin

And suddenly
I'm stopping
walking over the uneven path
Taking slow, painful breaths
as my heart
flys out of my
chest with every bump-
bump-bump
Once breathing and thinking
are able to
be done simultaniously
I do it again

I run
away
No,
Towards.

Cinderella Falls

I am upside down
In my own head
I close my eyes
feeling them
scan the letters
words
phrases that turn to
sentences
paragraphs
pages
chapters soon
books that create
shelves in
librarys
and back to letters
My fingers already
ready to turn
the soft, musty
yellowing paper
Before my eyes
are halfway down the page
before my thoughts a quarter

I am anxious
to see what
happens
Never wanting
it to end

I know it's late when
I take a
peek
at the stiff, red
numbers
Four numbers
It's tomorrow
and I imagine
Cinderella
each story different
as she
Tumbles down the stairs
as the clock
Strikes

You know the feeling?
When it's 1AM
and you can't sleep
When it's 11PM and you're still
scribbling in your red notebook
under the cover,
hidden
Just one more thought and
BAM it's down
The thing you made up running
through the woods
is on paper
Though it seemed better
in your head
In the saftety of it
softly hummed between
your lips.

A Hot Day

The moisture hange in
the air like a
blanket draped ever your
shoulders, covering you fave
muddling your non productive thoughts
only this you cannot throw off.

The hammok clings to my sweaty skin
Blue, red, green, black
strips woven together
creating a mysterious pattern
to that never seems to have began
nor that wants to end
One foot on top
one gently swaying
creating a rythm
on the cool, tile floor.

The ceiling is boring
orange,
cannot figure out the plain substance
in which it is
I look to the side
outside
The soft rolling mountains covered with trees
save one bare,
pale spot on top
loo like little pebbles covered with moss
Up close the true variety of trees is staggering.

The smell is unidentifiable,
it's plain but fresh
like forest and life and trees and fruit
rotting fruit and bugs and more life.

I hear the rushing of the forceful river
below
Some one has somewhere to go,
carrying, pushing
sticks and logs and bugs and fish and
dirt
Birds chatter
louder and louder
different pitches
combine in your punding head
as one
blinding sound.

You are.

Peaking,
a shy child in trouble
behind her mother's skirts
The rainbow of light reflects
on the pale, blue clouds
Some fluffy; torn up pillows
Others straight; blades tearing through the klidoiscope sky
carefully fading from the glowing night
savor it
soaking it in like a sponge does water
a fly salt
a bee honey
roots, dirt
You feel as though your in a dome
a dome of love
fear, tears, happiness, cruelty, hope and imagination
and you are
In your own spiderweb way.

A Crying Rainbow

Before falling on my nature covered
window it had
a journey
Before it splattered on the thin glass
like a mini parachute
it fell
all the way from the gray clouds that hang in the air
like worn, ripped, low hanging jeans

Behind the living, towering trees
and the miles of city and people and animals and
stories and thoughts I can only know is all there
the sun is calm
settling somewhere in Arizona
I can't see it
just a faint pink halo
of light on the
not-so-flat horizon
I imagine a small bob
as if suspened on a rope
hanging
waiting for excitment
big as a quarter
I try not to look at it
but cannot break away
from it's trance

   The rainbow comes
          arching over the whole world like
                  an angel
                        just being itself
                              colors pouring into the sky
                        A small strip of light
                   If heaven was anywhere I
           think I might like
    for it to be above a rainbow
                               
                                  on the still
                                  white, happy clouds that
     don't know what to do with their grumpy, sweating
       family that insists on sweating all the time over
                                     the beautiful world
                                              

You Smell

The dull gray
throbs
behind the glow of trees
bringing light to all,
creeping into thin crevices
reflecting on wet leaves
glistening against the old, rusting roof

It makes everything shiny
as you walk on the damp mud
leaves and plants
everything feels so alive,
 refreshed by the gulp they
were so unselfishly given
by the clouds

the green is
Everywhere.
so I take and take a deep
breath with my eyes closed.
you smell,
You smell
I, smell life.