Free Verse I guess...

Of timebombs and asphalt and other things that sound unpleasant. Of things that bore you to shreds or cause you to sob. Of things that will burn and things that will flood. Of things that seem unbelievable to you. Of things that go bump in the night and fill you with joy. Of things that feel like barbed wire and things that you like. Of some things that smoke and some things that will drink. Of things that feel good and things that take. Of some things that have yet to change. My hair feels like feathers that never were. My brain writes this all down for you. My face feels like rubber more or less. My eyes see what they want just like you. My nose smells the essence of who you are. My mouth speaks the same lies that your father did. My neck feels unbroken, surprisingly so. My chest feels so heavy now and then. My stomach is full of things that poison me. My second brain gets me in far too deep. My legs carry me places that most will go. My feet, they need washing, and yours do too. Life is a dream, some people say. Life is a myth, say others too. Life is too much and life is long. Life is too short, but times are tough. Life is and then it's gone. Life is not fair. Life underground stirs where you least expect it. Life in the water is luck of the draw. Life in the air is not for long. Life has no meaning, but sometimes it does. Life has a purpose that it must. Life is a gift because you get to write about it. Life is a curse when you can only talk about it. Life is best lived. Life goes on. Life takes up all your time. Life is best spent before it owes. Life is strange like nobody knows. Life is yours. Life is ours. Life is anything but mine. Life will never end. Then Time…