I fight this with

Two closed fists

Under a purple sky

Naked trees

Are clawing

For the air



This won't pull on emotions

But it's something to do

Go ahead

Try it

If you dislike, refund's at the door



I always fell for

The sucker punch . . .



I confess the changes

Maybe I'm growing up

From the shoes on my feet

To the stench in my mouth



I'll remain transparent . . .



And while you speak in codes

I'll speak in spirit



I tasted

I did that

Now I'm hooked . . .