I'm hanging by inky threatening clouds, and my <br />Worn out body is going over like a lead balloon. <br />Feeling like a helium head, I'm gravitating to earth, <br />But falling into a pit of frustrated wishes instead. <br />There is one I squirreled away before I kissed off: <br />To sprout wings to guard you from mental harm. <br />Before drowning in the ocean of plasma and tears, <br />My childhood dreams spook me, and I flash on my past. <br />Another deja vu - and I can hardly tell if that's <br />Pre-mortal or birth pangs erupting into bitter oblivion. <br />The blankness has shadowed my spiral path to rebirth. <br />My brain cells ain't dead: they are transmitting mayday. <br />How come I overblew C. again at the coffee shop?<br /><br />Aram Stefanian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coffee-shop-to-jay-brannan/
