A hectic 32nd of May.

Like acupuncture,
in my sternum.
Like popping pills,
with my Mexican gardener.
Like distraught film,
enter-twined in mechanical cogs.
Like frosty hardwood floor,
at four a.m.
Like rough, woven material,
that's just too tight.
Like starting a new book,
at the wrong end.
Like watching fallen leaves,
have races down a drain.
Like resiting prime number,
that you just don't know.
Like adoring a pair of shoes,
that are 3 sizes to large.
Like joy riding in a shopping cart,
because you are to wasted to walk.
Like having confused affections,
towards something that you were,
oh, so sure about.
Like being the last one,
to know a secret about yourself.
Like how hypocritical it is,
for you not to believe that ignorance is bliss.

This is how you make me feel...
On a good day.