Feeling Better

No car
no place in stars waiting
no just in case
no contemplation
no turning station
I am past complacent
no adjacent
familiar faces waiting
just a waste
who's flown
past stasis
bones breaking
woes shake me
dough is caking
down to crust
skin flaking
time racing has stolen my lust
tears rust
cans crushed
in mountains luscious

I climbed ugly summits
stashed some butts
for return plunges
some are flummoxed
some done it
some are humming
strumming
to wicked puffs
glum
found dumb
shunned it
some gunning
hunting a
soul asunder as I
dole thunder
hold numbers
be a bummer
shoot jumpers
it's all this I'm done with
and more
As my note pad screams on a floor

Now happy is what I run with
it and sadness
had a scrummage
my smile won it
I'm glad a hundred
twas a fad my awful numbage
madness, dumbness
sunshine in my stomach
nurse, yes
of course I'm being plum with
ain't we a pair?