some shards exist in images
some in winding words
others in the sounds that stream in one ear —
and we swim along the open road.
they say i'm a creator.
i'm starting to see it.
but only to be like you, you know.
oh, sick.
sick to the stomach
sick in the mind
but it's there to be grasped
a new story, so help me
another rewriting of this humanity
a way of saying "i don't know how to love you"
a series of bicycles and sunroofs
maybe a pond and path world all to its own
save me from becoming a fellini
and help me to sleep tonight.
