Arrows Hit My Mind

The pages breath experiences of the men and women of the past,

I seek to see what causes an apple to be rotten.....

Am I a chemist, if so do not challenge my elements...

I wither with whining words, then thrive thereafter....

They’ll write my name on sprayed walls, then X it out

I exaggerate my current status as high as the stratosphere.

Too many times was it knocked,

too many times did he wait for the rain to pacify his pain

Enter and exit, all i need is a key and lock,

on the sidewalk hearing passionate voices, I amplify the noise to escape the room

My surrrounding needs but a broom, to sweep it right under.

Neon lights glow well when she sits in my globe of eccentricity,

the walls spark violently,

I cannot decide who I am nor where I am!

My words:

are

readily

rotating

over that precarious

world.

spinnig with curls.

help

it

turn.

move over

you ignorant baffon,

my globe

is in stasis.

never

dismiss them as faceless.