i am being tamed.

these days i love the sky and i wouldnt complain if wire passageways were breaking up to interrupt signals i was never meant to receive. leave more room for the clouds. (that's why i love you.)

i am surprisingly comfortable with the bizarre.

i wish i could somehow be more kind
i understand but i dont want to give in to silly ploys and twists and puppet shows
i find myself at the puppet theater
i havent paid admission, i snuck in through the back gate
not expecting to stay
now ive set up camp
stage left
dramatic monologue
it's twisted up i am twisted up