"Of All The Crazy Things I Am"

on the spot

"Of All The Crazy Things I Am"

I am, at times, a wolf

a chair

a spoon, a wineglass, a rain cloud. I, at times, often refuse to listen. Often, I refuse to be, to see, to speak, to bleed. To breathe.

At times

I am a mist, shrouding the city, muting out the noises, snuffing out the city lights. 

But, out of all these things, I m not Normal...

The Normality of this universe, has nothing on me, you see, I am a wingless bird, through the clouds I soar. 

Not even the image of a bird flying through clouds, satisfy my depiction, I am whole- hearted, grounded.

I am a sweet taste

like sugar on the tongue

yet bitter, like a melons rind. a lemon curd, dipped in vinegar.

I am a serene landscape. a common tree, unknown, but known by all things. 

loosely, help limp, by reality.