Mechanisms turning in the widening gyre.
My body is built on them but most of them are hidden.
I don’t expect you to see them.
I just expect you not to break them.
The universe is a mechanism and sometimes I feel like a grinding gear.
So lube me up and give me a wind.
I’ll ramble down the street deaf, dumb, and blind.
Your smile is a mechanism turning the chains to my veins.
White and red cells race to every tip of my finger prints.
Soaking in Vitamin D and winking at the overcast day.
The energy never dies because this here is man powered.
I am the stars and the moon. I am
Also the sun that shines its rays. I am
The follower of society’s green gables. I am
The humdrum of my own heart thrum. I am
In the here and now, unless I am
On my IPhone. I am
Quickly brought back to reality by a horn blast and the angry gaze of somebody. I am
What I consume, sometimes it is more chemical than organic. I am
There, I am
Here, I am
Complete, I am
Still building. I am
not always right, I am
Not always left. I am
In the Done Right Inn.
On the wall is:
My face and the world behind, standing backwards.
Graffiti in that reflected world reads:
Depression is living in the past.
Anxiety is living in the future.
Being at peace is living in the present.
Being drunk is just plain living (at the DRI).