some days, my bladder is like
a food garbage disposal unit...

some days is as if
i were an airplane being piloted by God knows what...

what happened to the days
when writing words...

some days
my thirst is so immense...

I know I’m just a cloud passing by
But sometimes is tough...

in my sleep I stop breathing
and when I do...

Some days I’m a wilted flower
yearning for the clouds to rain upon me...

There once was a flower
so wild and rare...

Right where the moon becomes full
Up in the sky so clearly obscure...

I’m dying
I’m dying everyday...

Summer, hummer, humming bird
Comes a runner, sprinter, lunger, falling here...

Sometimes, I’m a cracked egg
laughing...