Summer’s breeze

Myriad blushes trickle down the sides of the tube

Glazing my echoing mind in hideous streaks

My mind stays stretched outside in the sunny summer’s breeze Murmuring words of riddles that never made any sense to us

I take deep breaths and stare at my hands

Riddled with quotes and lines from my favorite songs

I bump into my work table

The music is so hauntingly beautiful

Like a siren's call, enthralling me, calling out to me

And then the ceramic pot hits the floor

Shattering in millions pieces I watch as the colors seep into the floorboards

The mess on the floor spell one word, crazy

ENOUGH screams my mind

I'm done with filling out holes in your head

Painting ideas, singing songs to yourself to make the pain go away

I’m getting the hell out and leaving this crazy in your head behind

Let someone else feed it and love it, shouts it and then pauses

Then a tiny voice whispers, Just cos my heart speaks in a lingo my mind doesn’t understand doesn’t mean I’m crazy

And just cos the two can’t ever agree on anything doesn’t mean either one isn’t right The obsidian dawn hovers over the city

As it spreads light over the avenues and tarmacs

The blue sky has called in sick and there isn’t any butterflies in sight

The wall clock lying on the now blue floor, ticks incessantly

Striving to push me off into the dark pit of insanity

I pick it up and smash it on the wall and think

That’ll it teach it, even a broken clock is a comfort of sorts

A series of hummingbirds fly by the azaleas in the summer’s breeze

But I’m too busy to notice

I’m traveling up the steps in my head to that place

As I stand outside and grab the huge, russet knocker

The door opens to reveal Chaos

I smile curiously and offer my hands to shake

She fastens her long, thin hands around my throat

And chokes me instead, lol

Chaos wants what she wants

To create havoc in my mind... The exhausted side streets disintegrate under my feet

So I sit down and try to glue them back together

And finally after a long day of tirelessly joining, sticking and fastening The streets are complete

I brush off the dust and stand up to admire my work

As a handsome couple, Good and Evil, walk all over my handiwork Grimacing at my masterpiece And then the streets of sadness deteriorate and breaks apart completely

Pulling and sucking the corny couple in

I watch the birds circle around the cavernous pit

Singing songs of mourning

I walk by and pat their shoulders and push off into the distant

And find myself back in my room

My feet hurts and so I limped my way through to the closet

Snatched my favorite mask and walked out the front door

Joining the carnival of forgotten hearts in the summer's breeze

But this time around I’ll make sure I’m remembered

I'll make sure they hear the song

I'll make sure I'm not forgotten