On Being In Bloom.

I am in bloom, though I do not feel like it.

I feel like I am on a roller coaster to nowhere.

I feel like I am going downhill, past the sunset,

Past everything that matters to me.  Time is like

A clock going downhill.  

The genius is in the reverie

Of the night, like a staple that glares outward into

Nothing.  Oh bitterness, I breathe you in.  Errors mistake

Me.  

I glare down into nothing, the abyss of time.  Awaken

Me into the dawn that breaks like a clock, in a clock store,

As all the clocks on the wall are going off, glaring, glaring

Like a face.  

I am the face that tells the time of nothing.

The ghosts haunt me every damn day; I wake up; pee in the

Bathroom; and the dog comes skirting in, shaking and afraid

Of something I cannot see.  

This is the roller coaster of life,

The mesmerizing tranquility of it all, the destiny that is mine

For the taking.  I am the genius going uphill to water.