Flat (Part II)

Flat as the tire
vandalized down,
as the once gelled hair
after a night on the town.
Flat as the soda
left out on the counter
for a long, useless night
that surely didn't matter.
Flat as the footed
full of inactivity,
full of inaction,
full of passivity.
Flat as the air
in the depressed's room
filled with the inevitability
that brings a full gloom
and a flattened soul
crushed by a flattening being
leaving a flattened hope
void of all meaning.

Up in the Air

Up so high in the air
flying between the clouds
where all is clear
and nothing can shroud,
a glance out of a window
on either one of the sides
as we briefly shake together
in an otherwise smooth ride,
the beauty surrounds us
in this great, big machine
with a view most all agree
has never previously been seen.
So many among us
pretend this deal is not big
but no miracle of nature
could be anything but this.
We sit back and relax
as the process is smooth,
enjoying the peace of nothingness,
pitying those with things to do.
We wish the landing
would not occur soon
as we can't help but love
the relaxation in the room.

The Day's Heat

It is so hot in here
and everywhere else I go.
Whether the sun is on me or not,
I cannot escape the effects of its glow.
My skin is moist with the condensation
caused by my body's overheat
that occurs almost every day now
escaping this temperature is my only longing feat.
I briefly complained in the cold,
complaints I would happily take back
if only I knew at the time
what would shortly follow in the form of a flaming attack.
My feet stick together
as they simply draw near to one another
like Siamese twins that cannot
ever escape the presence of their own brother.
My clothes that I cannot currently shed
but wish more than anything that I could
stick to me so much worse than
the termites on their evening's dinner wood.
My focus on whatever task may arise
swiftly leaves me without a chance
of completing whatever may be my duty
before I can even gather a glance.
I search out of my current box
to find comfort in a cooler setting
only to discover that hunt is futile
as my pours continue their uncontrollable sweating.
My mind's paralysis stays with me
as ideas to break through this stage
flee from my brain so quickly
I don't have the slightest chance to engage.
The day's heat has sucked the life
out of a being that felt so much just weeks ago
with no tool but a ball in the sky
and a discomfort turned debilitation that will only grow.