...school's out,
so now what do i do to feel important,
to give me essence?

what's gonna claim me, wrapping me
in clock-face hours, ticking away,
never to be claimed again?

and what's gonna make my cells burn,
my body-sugars becoming fired energy
and plunging me into the baby day?

perceived reality, a constant mentor
has again cloaked my brow, dimming my view
and i see only hinting pigments of a blur.

future days of pool-side sun
vaporize in my day dreams, themselves
heated by the dread of attending ennui.

words flying aimlessly,
appearing random yet conflicted
with order and direction, make meaning.

i search for the mood of freedom from long-held
restraints and self-imposed shackles.
i begin to break away, i will live in my words.

05/13/2005