Trippin'by shawna solitoCareful,   steps propel forward motion   and the bottom awaits a hurried arrival.Too large, too fast, too slow, too soon   on impact, arsenic slivers break loose   to adhere themselves within flesh soft      and warm.Hairy angst   rises while the pain of stupidity awakens   observance from the outside.Quickly   become prone, dignafied, and   maneuver the extracurricular dirt from      the exterior.T i m e instigates   infection and yellow seeps from a forgotten wound   pounding a furious beat in coincidence with the heart.Finally   giving into need, action becomes exasperation.    Sweat, rolling over a shiny cranium,  lands      precariously upon the drivers wheel.Journey   of a couple miles through waves of black terrain    bookmarked by neats signs and exotic landscapesDelivers   quiet on the inside. Seperation combining   different suborders, hopes, dreams,       and fears.A f t e r   years of travelling through G
 lamour,   New Parent, and National GeographicAn awakening   cry erupts from behind a manilla folder   contained within a blue-green      formica counter.Impatiently   shuffled into an untried room,   cold, alcholhol pervading the whiteness of it all,Only   to review again; meaningless surveys,   lost cultures, secret getaways,      and want ads."Mr. Lyons   I presume?" is uttered from a squeaky asian woman, short,   confident, rich brown skin, black eyes,  and hands shrinkwrapped in powdered platex.No energy   spent on curtisies that have no reason for living, the business at hand   dances back and forth like a cat's ass, ready for attack.Scapel,   sharp as an Englishman's wit , honed to surreal perfection   aims to split a yellow sea afterYears   of wandering, only to find the beginning was    a short distance back the way      they had came.   Days   no longer contain thoughts of yesterdays pain.   The most important shift of perspective is
 Lingering   in flesh soft and warm, need continueing   exasperation, and of course the opposite is true.