as i stood on the banks of some rainy day someone suddenly stood out of my way and i plunged into the depths of soemthing so believed i never thought i'd see the bottom of it all

but there's something that's stuck, like a square and a line drawn, the rattlesnake only unhinges when the mouse is in it's throat

there's an impossible itch, an amputee's remarked missing limb, so sad and so real and completely covered in ants and beetles

but why should i just stand there and take it when all that i own is an orange security blanket, wrapped up tight in the heat of another day's glow, a different feeling a beautiful sin

all of this might fade away when i am free of it, all of this may come and go

but i will always feel like i will fall

pineapple gumbo, falling like a monkey from a tree, ghost wounds ailing at every turn, perception jarred by a 5 cent discount.