Half-familiar

I think now
that is is starting to make sense;
coming together--
a little bit. Naturally
it's not that simple.
But to me
it might have been worth a kind of
indirectness. Though
it has yet to get me
where I want to be,
I'm finding someplace else
half-familiar,
a refrain where I know
I've briefly been before.

Window

[It's gorgeous out today.]

I want to tear myself outside sometimes.
I see trees out my window--
green-gold, flashing, rushing--
framed by blocks of wood and silly walls.
One is a better house for the soul.

Life sloshes

[Life at this point has the tendency to keep falling on my head. It's been trying to make up for itself, though.Ergo, here's some bad poetry!]

Life sloshes,
falling out and
jumping over
cracks in what I
know and what I've done.
(which isn't much) and things keep
spillingover into eachother--
compartments sink like ocean liners,
and it's hard sometimes,
when my head starts to go under
but then something comes along
and I can float.

House

[Thigs really do get worse at night.]

My family sat like a stomach ache in the house,
and I sat with it,
ate almost-gone-bad stale yogurt
and flipped through facebook--
bought some music to keep my mind off the dis-ease
and waited for it to come through.
Now the typewriter keys
are pounding out a non-rhythm
making little letters on my eardrums
and the music won't work.
Things slide downhill through the day
and end in a pile at night.
Wh-- are you.