Down to One

Down to One

I am done, done, done

Down to one

Out of logic speed to meet the needs

Aware of the bare to seed

The reach of this tree

Growing like a mutated cacophony

To jar the sound of all this logic coming

Say slow down

But moving like a biker on the slope

With feet in pedals and strapped in ropes

Can not control where this body goes

Drunk on joy and seeing the fog lift

From my employ

In this factory of empty

To go to work in burgeoning fields

Tasting the effervescence of surprise

Floating on the air between my smile

And the space to find its place

On the whirlwinds

Coming down like fires I want to burn down in

Just set me on fire and lay down in the fray

Of parole officers asking me to show up at this time

Disregarded for another night, another space

To set this all incendiary in a snow storm

Making logic just go along

I am done, done, done,

Down to one

Focus with this salt in my eyes

Squinting staring into the sun

I am done, done, done

Down to one

Thinking on noble labor

Impossible to savor anything else

But the smell of you on the grip of my shell

Exoskeleton breaking off and the list

Of the things I am supposed to be doing

Is getting lost sweeping up my old body

Off the floor and more and more blasting the pieces into a corner

Of past recollections that I no longer feel the need to mention