Disconnected Thoughts of the Morning After Working the Weekend

I’m seeing stars
And I’m not sure
If they’re from night
Or from the fall
When the moon bit down
Like a heavy molar
Into the mountain skyline,
Tearing open the packaging
Of a bright new day,
Voiding the warranty…
As the mint flavor fades

And sunspots bleed
Through shattered walls
And events,
Or dreams,
Dissolve
Into sprays of sand
As I stand
And wade
Through splinters of glass,
Rubbing at the cracks
Of red stained
Rose colored glasses.

I get into my car,
I drive my way to work,
I sit at this computer,
And walk through spring weather
With long sleeves up to my elbow,
All from a distance
Of just a few meters
Behind,
Trying to catch up,
Never quite there,
Falling behind
A little more at a time,

Writing it all down,
Line by line,
But never catching up,

Forever behind.