The Bends

Written January 7, 2010

Never before have I felt so fickle.
Success is yours in this mind game,
whether or not you opted to play.

Now and later I will not feel the same—
I will go not the way I came.

Suddenly,
I drew you into the picture.
Automatism took the reigns,
and I was not uncomfortable
with the new found subject.

Why you? Why anyone?
The Tralfamadorian in me
accepted and embraced you,
and did not seem to mind.

A bubble swelled inside me,
so airy ’til I burst.
The pressure rode its way out
as it could only on my voice.
I confessed,
that I had a problem,
I had said.

Now and later I will not feel the same—
I will go not the way I came.

I have choked and sang,
from one moment with you,
to the next.
And I have resolved and unraveled,
every time I think of you.

Just what is it from you,
that I seek?