the moon tilts twirls and rotates

friends love you, hate you, leave you

money grows and recedes into oily waters

flowers burst into vibrant colors and emit gorgeous fragrances

then wilt

and die

Shift Happens

24 hours a day every minute shift is happening

in the blink of a babies eye

a seedling grows

a garden springs forth that can feed a billion people

thunder crackles

snowflakes form vanilla mountains on sidewalks

red lips turn pale

purple

orange

blue and pink

whispers turn to shouts

then squeals

then moans of ecstacy

Shift Happens

one year into the next

dates merge and blur

creating a poignant painting

1-31

sometimes 28 or just 30

days

tick tick tick

we count, we circle and highlight special occasions

and bemoan others

we sink into soft sheets

sleep so deep

wake so refreshed and then we’re tired again

poetry is so pretty to our ears today

makes us bawl the next

we hate turning on the radio

sweet songs make us sick to our stomachs

but yet we smile

ting!

you can see the cheese between our teeth the smile is so wide

we mean it in the moment

happiness is in our dna

etched in blood

soaked in decades of debauchery

why else would we fake the funk so willingly?

we forget why we’re here

we get caught up in the hype of the hurricane

the noise keeps us going

rocks us steady

when it gets too quiet

we yearn for drama

it drives us

then we apologize for throwing

fuel on the fire

but as the blaze grows we smile

see

we did that

we caused that

we know we’re happy for the carnage

but we weep over the dead carcass

and say sorry

so sorry

SHIFT HAPPENS

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