the shakes

my bones seem brittle
and my blood thin
a little caffeine in my veins
still pulsing from nine a.m.

and the tension
unfortunate
the social situations
where no one has read, yet,
a different side of the story.

i am a bit weary, but i don't mind it
my heart is speed racing but, maybe, i like it.
i can't find focus...
hello?

i want to just lay my head down
just to rest a while
and slip into some
thick green grass home
where i see with such new eyes

things magnificent...
like the pluming handsome feathers
of a hazy hosts' wings
glowing gold, like majesty,
glowing so close to me
shining on head
as i lay prostrate on the ground.