5 o'clock and it's dark

this morning i forgot to put socks on
then ended up walking a half mile
then got a ride to Plymouth
while at the court house
this random huge space
age looking complex
and the judge says
it's all good
no longer married...

twisted around the pen

hood up
to keep the breeze off the skull
hot coffee steams sitting
on the same table as this pen
this mind pushing thoughts
sort of like a pretzel
all twisted and knotted up on itself...

rolled that wood up
to encourage the breeze
blowing right through
one cup after another
filled up and drained
before the thought completely
twisted around this pen
like clouds twisted with the light
from the full moon...

head up eyes looking forward
to everyday as it arrives
even the tough ones
no one tells you when those ones
are coming for a visit
as they show up they are shot down
like cans on a fence
twisted metal once shot
like the twisted mind of thoughts
pushing the pen...