I am all thumbs tonight

it has been the theme

of to many nights

im an artfull dodger

of my aspirations

my dreams are

kindling

for an ensuing inferno

but they dont burn

in the traditional sense of fire

its white hot gas

epervesing

from within

its the side

no one sees

the midnight

blue bird

singing for a hot plate

and leisure

but I have

the scars to remind me

and I play this game

with my self

to see if I can forget

till I fall asleep

inside the womb

of my spirtual estuauiry

where the masks

of ourselves

play in vivid

techno color

the morning comes

like amnesia

lost in perfect times

with death always

pecking at our heels

throwing our souls

around