stuck inside, lost within my own mind blind
it’s a mission and i must
find time to make the mission mine
put upon, nervous and now and shaking
runaway train cooking bacon bedside cabin
sour soap sticky on my skin burning
stomach churning words blurring.
candle light flickering music whirring
spurting, cursing, and slurring, my mind deserting
saxophone serenade stroke victim aneurysm
it’s worth it when toes curling, music working
building atmosphere alone, the sound fills the home.