Calendar glances – pages to flip,
Renewed morning hope fall into worn grooves,
Frenzie under heavy wet blankets,
Dashing off must escape moment,
Dodging all my accumulation,
Taking years off profiles ’cause nothing to show.

I’ll do something special, just have to wait for it to come.

Mainline endorphine potency release,
Dark coin-side of joy still empty,
Thin scaffold filling unfilled temporal,
Wit meant to be applied somewhere,
Repurposed around to hide this vacant,
Faculties of meaning refashioned debauch,
Festering alone, shackled, addicted,
Hope sands seeping downwards.

I’ll do something special, just have to wait for it to come!

Juggler standing on the devil’s head,
Tiny motions of unused limb,
Unseen exorcism of shadow foe,
Hailing the tiny territory,
Leg bent capsized hanging,
Unpeeled sight of elusive arrival.

I’ll do something special, just have to wait for it to come?