Poems

Crazy Specks

I woke up

had to hold out my hands

to steady myself

trying to slow

the world whizzing by

it barrels along

all the time

even while I sleep

doesn’t stop for nothin

or nobody

I run along with it

every once in a while

for the rush of connection

but then I drop out

it’s become too much

way too much

besides

I’d rather watch the dust dance

in the sunlight

& imagine what music

those crazy specks are listening to