Clouds are building up in the sky. Rain pellets are beginning to fall. The wind is picking up the trash and blowing it out the ocean. I chase a plastic bag down and as I leap in the air to save it from the sea, a bolt of lightening hits me on the crown of my head. I'm in the air. I'm ungrounded. The plastic bag escapes my grip. Great, I think. This is how I die, imagining I'm making a difference one plastic bag at a time. I feel the electricity rip every molecule apart. I feel the the most intense light. It burns behind my eyes. I smell my hair burning. Cinged to the bone. I don't land on the ground. I am thrown. The lightning picked me up much higher than I jump and tossed me aside like a plastic bag it had lost its grip on. My breath tastes like battery acid. I can't see or hear a thing. I know I'm still in the parking lot. I don't know how I know but I do. I just lie there for a while not knowing what to do. My body is so hot the rain drops sizzle when they hit my skin. I feel the wet pavement beneath me. My senses are returning. I blink away the mucus discharge from my eyes, wiping it away with my fingers. I can start to make out the sounds of cars parking and unparking and people pushing empty grocery carts into the star and full ones back out. At first the sights and sounds are dull, but then, everything gets dialed up way past ten. It all sounds like screeching and screaming. Everything looks surreal. The people, the parking lot, the cars, the trash cans, the telephone poles, the stores all look pixelated. And I can see and feel vibrations moving through the air rippling and splashing into each other. I can see it everywhere combining and colliding and settling down and speeding up. What the fuck is happening? I feel my car keys on the ground hoping the blast didn't fry the fob and wrap my fingers around the keys tight. I start to get up. I feel pretty good all things considered. I spot my car in the rows of cars and put on foot in front of the other mindfully keeping my balance. My head is spinning and I feel like I'm going to throw up. A car is coming right for me! I quicken my pace a little bit but the car doesn't slow down at all. What an asshole! Didn't the driver see me? Whatever. Doesn't surprise me at all in this town. I make it to the car and unlock the door. I sit down with the door open and vomit onto the ground. Then I shot the door, lean the seat back and lie down. It's funny. Part of me has always wanted to get struck by lightning. I can cross that one off my bucket list. And I survived. I feel like shit but I survived. I've seen pictures of the survivors in books before. They have the coolest scars depending on the course the electricity moved through them, depending on which part of their was grounded or not. I wasn't grounded at all, I think. Oh fuck! I bolt upright and grab the rearview mirror. My clothes are gone. And much more than that, so am I! All I see is the back of the driver's seat with an indentation and wet spots. I freak out more than a little. My pulse hits two hundred, easily, and I start to hyperventilate. Get a grip, I say over and over. Just breathe, I think. I shut up and try to close my eyes and do it, but I can't stop looking at my...well...not at myself. I can't stop looking at the lack of myself in the mirror. Is this a dream? I've had vivid dreams before. But this is a cut above vivid. I'm here. I'm definitely here. I'm definitely invisible. And I'm definitely not dead. I go through a mental list in my head. Do I go to the hospital? And run the risk of being dragged away to be experimented on by military scientists, exploited and blackmailed into becoming a supersecret spy? Tempting. Do I go home and talk to my parents? Eventually. I reach my phone out my pocket, my pockets are gone. I'm completely naked, I feel. Shit! Maybe this is only temporary. Lightning strike symptom. I reason with myself that I have lightning strike symptom. Then I just laughing. I laugh as hard as I can. I laugh it all out. Best thing to do in an emergency like this is to just laugh and calm the hell down. Maybe if I stay in the car laughing the syndrome will wear off. I'll wait it out. I stay in the car for two hours rocking back and forth and talking to myself like a mental patient wrapped in an invisible straight jacket. I'm hugging myself. I can't stop holding myself. I want to see how I look. I feel my skin all over my body. I don't feel any scars. Everything still looks super freaky. I see light waves and sound waves dancing across the parking lot and try to ignore them, but they move through the car, through me, and I'm swimming in them and they're swimming in me. Ok, I think. Time to go for a walk. The rain has stopped. The storm has passed. And there is a beautiful rainbow arching the parking lot. I step out of the car. Nobody notices the absence of a driver opening and closing the door. I stash my keys inside the axis of the front left tire. I'm completely naked but no one can see me. I start to embrace the weirdness of is all. I start to enjoy. Now for my next trick. I...

Waves are you waving at me?

I’ll wave back anyways even if you aren’t cause I’m me.

The ocean waves and I wave back.

I hope nobody thinks I’m crazy or sees a problem with that.

The trees wave when they move in the breeze.

They wave to climb inside so I go up and get in.

We wave together at the stuff down below.

Trees tell me your secret.

I’m too short.

I want to grow.

People wave in stadiums for players they don’t know.

But in my neighborhood they seldom wave at their own neighbors.

It’s fucking lame yo.

I wave and I nod and I say hello.

Wave back you cowards.

Don’t just leave me hanging low.

It’s alright though.

The squirrels don’t bother to wave.

They just say come play.

With their bushy bushy tails, I chase them around all day.

A song hits me right between the ears.

And I wave my body like aquatic karate.

Flags waving on flag poles in the wind.

I use to celebrate those.

Now I’m not so sure if they are waving at me or flipping me off.

I like people who have wavey hair.

I used to get jealous cause mine’s curly.

That is I did until I learned of people spending time to ultra-wave their hair like mine.

Radio waves and electro-magnetic frequencies.

I wave you off with my ultra-wavey freakacies.

I crest troughs and trough crests and bounce right and bounce left.

I alpha beta gamma delta wave the very best.

The sun waves hello every morning and goodbye every night.

The moon waves hello every night and goodbye every morning.

The planets and stars, Jupiter, Beetlegeuse, Mars,

I’m waving!

I’m waving!

Wave back neighbors!

Wave me up!

I’m waving right here and I’m not giving up.

I wave approximately 140 pounds.

It’s not metric.

It’s electric.

Nothing’s waving me down.

I awave the future with eager anticipation.

I’m wave and I’m fearless and I’m my favorite radio station.

Yellow flower on the lawn

I am so sorry that you are gone

I told the man in that stupid machine

Leave a patch for my yellow friends on the green

Yellow flower on the lawns in Japan

You are super soldiers who should start a rock band

The way you absorb toxins and turn it into happy joy joys

Oh yellow flower I love your toy toys

Thank you for helping to heal my gut

I am nut for your scent

I am a dandelion slut

Get in my tea!

Oh yellow flower on the lawn

For all the dandelions I bend my knee

It swells up from a bottomless pit

It's so obvious what causes it

When I was a kid I caught on quick

People in the streets

Lovers cheating

Politicians cheating

Corruption everywhere

Lies on every channel

Poison on every shelf

Wealth being valued over each and every person's health

Oh man did I cry

I often still do

And I used to hide my tears

Until I learned they are glue

My tears hold me together

My tears keep me alive

My tears form a river that carries me downstream to the source of my sly

My slick

My quick

My everything is from my bottomless pit

And I'll cry an ocean to drown the falseness I see

I'll build an island on that ocean where all of us can be free

Watch me cry tears

Watch me cry out like an animal

I'll yell with eyes glistening

I am the one listening

I thought I'd die inside from the pain that I felt

It turns out all the suffering was the help

Hello my old friend.

How are you?

I know.

I know.

They don't understand these things that you do.

You look good though all the same!

I like how your wings hang down to your knees.

You always bend low to honor the OG's.

Is that new belt that you are wearing?

That's so cool!

I like cosmic jewelry embedded.

Did you make it yourself?

Oh, you used a crystal tool.

You probably should stop wearing that black hoodie around though.

People get the wrong impression.

True confession.

I dig it.

But hey you know me.

I respect your work old friend.

Anyways, I know you're busy.

Helping people transition all by yourself is making your hair frizzy.

Here, take my coconut oil, go on.

If you're going to do the Lord's work best not to dress like a slob.

Yea, it's a messy job.

And you'll never get any thanks.

But take pride in your appearance Angel.

You're way up in the ranks.

Sometimes I think I've lived for too long

Sometimes I think I'm exhausted

I'm done

Sometimes I think I've lost it

I'm undone

Sometimes I think I'll never make it to the big time

Sometimes I doubt that I have what it takes

I fear that my racing horses won't make it out the gates

Sometimes I bet against myself

I eat shitty food

I do things that are bad for my health

Sometimes I'm at war with an enemy I can't see

Until I go to the mirror and look at him with a desperate plea

I tell him I'm not done

I tell him I'm fearless

I tell him to fuck off

I tell him whose year this is

Sometimes I think that I've lived for too long

Then I sing all of my favorite songs

With more passion

With more fire

With more action

With more desire

I fan my flame and cheer myself on

I know that life is long

I'm coming along

And when I'm tired I take a short break

I go inward

I go upward

No more mistakes

Sometimes I think that I've lived for too long

But I know the truth

I live forever

I live forever

I'm right where I belong

The cage is meat

Muscle, ligaments and bone

Blood pumping chemicals

This place is my home

Lubricated joints glide

I ride my body

Sickness sweeps away

The joy to play

It comes and goes

I'm on a river

Shivering in the cold

All I get is old

Bold soul controls nul

Trust the flowI'm trying yo

Torn in two

Black and blue

Ragged edges

No hiding now

Don't look at me

Don't talk to me

You won't get an apology

I hate this feeling

There's no anger ceiling

Bouncing off the wallsI miss waterfalls

Snow drifts down lazily on flowing jets of freezing wind.  The trees shiver and shake against playful squirrels unaffected by the cold.  Human evolution made a big mistake shedding the fur for smooth skin.  But, without mistakes there are no lessons to be learned.  I'm wrapped up like a pig in a blanket with my green soccer scarf concealing my face and grey beanie pulled low creating a narrow slit for my eyes to see the winter scene.  I know her by the red jacket she wears.  It matches her long hair.  We're walking to the gym and I'm nine steps behind her.  I count each one and quicken my pace instinctively.  Now, I'm seven steps behind.  Every red riding hood needs a wolf.  Now, I'm four steps behind.  Inside my soul I'm howling.  I take the lead and hold the door open.  She smiles a sun rise at me that melts the ice I'm slipping on.  Luckily, the scarf hides my stupid bearded grin.  Underneath that red zippered fur, I sketch the lines of her smooth skin behind closed eyes while blinking away my monstrous thoughts.  I've got hungry eyes for this stranger but she's not a snack.  I feel so fucking conflicted.