Becoming| Poetry

Becoming

Fresh out of
Las Vegas Metro
After 48
Sleep deprived and feeling
The Jones
Emptiness fills my being

Longing and
The first road of opportunity
In the front seat of
A Ford Festiva and a needles pierce
Pulse quickens
Shortness of breath
The plunger pushed home
The present delivered
Expel

A chemical vapor
Jaw clinch
Teeth grind
Ears Ring
Eyes Roll-back
Release in side of me
I am whole
Again.

Bienvenidos| Los sientos para mi absentivo.

Finally I feel that I have something worth posting. I have strugglesd with writing papers that have to have a structured context, and I still find myself perplexed by the intricacies of the concept. This creative writing outlet and the postive experience I receive from it has saved me. I like what Dr. Petersen said,twice today that I heard, everything is slightly "autobiographical." This is it -- "Becoming."