manic

im ready
the dark has faded again and mania set in
another cycle
of joy and pain
the sun rises and then it sets
like john i have a fear of the west
yet it seems thats where i always find myself
i wish i could lay next to the joshua trees tonight
warm desert sand supporting my heavy tired
limbs
im the dead cacti
prickly needles and juicy flesh
succulent

Reviews

[Paula Tsurara]

It brings to mind my insomnia, only more beautifully explained. I love the tone of the piece and the way it makes you 'see' it rather than read it. It was like standing in a theater, watching a move, made of words. Fantastic.

[Brad]

you hit that setting and the mood dead on, nice descriptives

[Marie Harrison]

I love the imagery of this poem. I know the west well. Very succulent write!

[J.]

Polar opposites can attract, as well. How sweetly divine this poem is.

just as the prickly cacti contain juicy flesh, all things contain a polar opposite.