I felt like week old milk
expired in the back of the fridge
shunned in a way of avoidance
amazing how one can just
make you feel like swinging
might as well get a sign
"walking drunk with happiness
stay out of the way"
its the ride
intoxicating
climbing to the cornfield apart
and all i can say is
you make me feel like
freshly picked tomatoes
back to poems
back to a sense of security