anywhere but awake

anywhere but awake  9/7/08

 

Aren’t we all just selling ourselves

Or are we just hungry

For something lost inside

What is it that you do

Where will you go for it

And what do you do with it

Does this make sense

Or should I even ask the question

Making mountains out of mole hills

Mole hills

Yeah that’s funny

Making mole hills out of a pile of sand

Made with ant hands

Or maybe that’s ant feet

Working hard none the less

But less than what

Whatever is the level

Of determination

Just what do you do with it

Productive

Conductive

Sub constructive

World creation

Fits or misfits

Of maladjustment

Or the last piece

That fits right in

Where is that instruction manual

All the road signs

Must have been removed

Because all the clues

Seem to be unavailable

Unattainable

Or maybe just unreachable

By me

Overcome

Undone

Or slightly undercut

Misinformed and

Reeling wildly

I will something

Something making sense

At one time or another

Which is left to be determined

On a schedule yet to be disclosed

And I am just not sure if

I am on the list

Forward all my messages

To a box

Somewhere

That has no dimension

Attached to a number

Which I have delicately

Added to all the numbers

Attributed to me

What is my philosophy

How do I practice my psychology

Do I whisper

Or should I let it all out

Screaming across the bridge

Someone else built

Waiting while it burns down

Leaving me speechless

Breathless

And wondering

Was it all worth it

Has it started yet

How will I know

Is this plugged in

Is this how it’s supposed to work

Or has there been some malfunction

Perhaps I am spilling over a bit

And the glass wasn’t even full

Opaque or clear

A cold sweaty glass

Slipped from her hand

And she didn’t even notice

Ok

Really

She didn’t

Just turned over

Falling into the sleep

That grabbed her hand

Sliding across the floor

Cool and clean

Into the dreams

Anywhere but awake