Internal Hard Fall Poem by Arthur Garcia

The degree of my depression
Becoming an every day session
One step ahead of the recession
Spinning into a commitment mission

Twirling spiral screams into a whisper
Feelings & emotions tangled in a twister
Ideas of imagination boiling into a blister
Shredding the spoils of others who will jester

Forever be mending twisted torn together
Craving a luscious tingle of a fine feather
Peeling the bloodshot eye of the firey weather
Patiently lacing trembling flesh with silk heather

Alone with my mind to please
The ghost of a playmate to tease
Shift high & feel the sensual breeze
Bring it down slow & blow off the seize

Drowning in a pool of shear shame
Scraping the mud & dicust off my name
Will only have to face myself to ever blame
Merely have lost the goals of my own royal fame

(6/06/09)