the bottles of despair,
the vessels bubbling, the fumes
from chemical feelings all mixed up
the test tubes burst with the forces,
contained and shut airtight a logic ago.

my mood graphs.

like bi polar disorder
amplified, a close up photograph
revealing flaws and the details in a scar.
acute pain, intense happiness and nothing
in between... i'm exhausted with ideas-
the finer things, finely crafted wooden beams
and a sack of ego spilling on the sitting room
floor-
the guests are waiting but i'm too tired
to entertain, to play the dancing monkey, the
jack in the box- a musical comedy.