That past depression

Scratching my ear

was the easiest way

to feel and hear at the same time.

That’s two of the five senses.

I think I am ready for this day.

Seeming to only keep myself

in areas of no full disclosure.

After women, yet stuck

because the end result is just another

bathroom visit.

People only dance

to tunes played through the hearts

of their favorite bands.

Dancing is liberating

only if you have seperate feet.

If only I left this house

for a place all my own.

Its not long in an attic

until you grow dusty.

Then you have to realize

you need to cleanse yourself.

Showers keep you healthy

but, do they take the grime from

under your fingernails?

That built up desolate smudge

of all the past sins you left on your pores?

I think not. I think not.