My Tangled Languid

I twist and turn

On a hot summers afternoon

No inclination for movement

Or anything new

These tangled languid times

Are required to

Get back on my feet

To get back and compete

To be the best

Me

I can

Be

Downtown Grass

Amidst the highest

Of high rises

The darkest of pavement

The cracks in the road

And where we always go

There is the downtown grass

As green as a bouquet

Rising the spirts

Of the city dwellers

Who get

That mother nature

Is a part of life

No matter where

We go

Acidic Thoughts

It starts with

Acidic thoughts

That run through my brain

Draining

The momentum

Of positive hopes

Dragging me down

To the lowest of slopes

It the acid of the mind

And the acid of the spirit

It takes you to where

Positivity you can’t even

Hear it