Numbed

I am numbed

to the world

unsure of why

I cannot tear

up at a funeral,

so struck by

my strange

often smile in

the face of 

trouble, blaming

it on too much

television or

the taste of 

chemicals in

my food.

Spinning Plates

Give me a second

I will turn the world

around

Give me a second

I will find your lost

cause

Give me a second

i will make you hear

what you need

Give me a second

I will solve the world's

problems

Give us a second

they will crop back

up.

Public House

Meet me at the

corner of never

and not yet,

the public house

we always

and never knew,

tell me you almost

love me one more

time, tell me

my face almost

looks familiar, forget

me by your bedside

as you drift away.

 

Nate Maye