Intruder

You cut in,
and set me off-
out of step.
Off balanced, I
step to and fro,
without rhythm;
without flow;
without a semblance of routine.
My choreography
turned to a cacophony
of shattered shambles.

What do I do now?
Now when your part,
your scene,
is over and done,
where do I turn?

Not So Nice

I'm not so nice- don't get me wrong I try hard not to be an asshole, I don't drive like a prick, my truck is not on hockey pucks, I'm not afraid to say a little old lady is cute, or that I can tell a guy is good looking, but when I'm in my zone,in a place most similar to a sanctuary, where my Id should be most satisfied, when my blood is pumping and oxygen is flowing thoroughly, when my body is performing to its most expeditious, accurate, strong, hulking potential, I turn into a fire breathing, condescending, all knowing, pompous, dragonlike shadow of myself. Should I be worried?

Accursed

Your curse has been cast.

Though I won't shrink,

Nor will I feign.

Cause now I see dizzy.

And I feel from afar.

Who knew, that interrupted sleep

would have this effect?

Test

This is just a test. This is not a test of the Emergency Broadcasting System....