In the Oh!-Zone

I’m on fire!

Better stop-drop-and-roll
before this muse
loses control
and burns me to a
delectable crisp.

I’m too young
to go out like this.

Like a yellow star
suddenly turned blue,
falling fast,
making dreams come true.

All except my own.

Cuz it’s too hard to see
with a blazing sun
inside of me.

Right behind my eyes
burning through my brain.

I’m too sizzling
to be sane.

Broken Dream

Tired and
(poetically)
uninspired.

Waiting and
perpetually
debating.

Once you have it all,
all you can do is wonder
what you have it for.

And just like that,
you’ve reached the breaking point
of the American Dream.

State of Consciousness

Dreaming of

fragmented dreams

where the premises

rip at the seams

leaving trenches of doubt

and no way out

from the splintered

sunlight’s gleam.