Some Days

some days i wake up,

walk outside, take a drive

and it feels like i am seeing

the world for the first time

some days i have no control

over myself; i am ruled

by my sideburns

some days end

before they begin

some days i am neither

happy or sad, a neutrality

that bothers people into a

confusion of their own feelings

some days i don’t want to wake up,

but then i see the sun did it again,

so i figure i can too

some days forget to

drink coffee before starting

some days i feel God

in each of my cells and

his sweet cherubs in my chest

and Lucifer in my grin

some days i can’t

trust myself

some days my mind

makes movies of my body

like a life foreign to the one i know

some days i can’t pretend

i’m fit for today’s society

some days i am a puzzle

which is unsolvable because

the final piece has been

dipped in milk

some days i dream

with my eyes wide open

some days i am walking

with banana peels as feet

some days i feel as if

i’m made of diamonds

and breathe pure light

some days i fall in love

with everyone i see

some days i wish

they would drop

the atom bomb already

some days i make

pornos in my mind

some days i am a

ghost in public places

some days i want to cry

but my body denies

some days i can’t get

a good breath in

with all the beauty

crowding the atmosphere

some days everything

tastes like candy

some days i lock my name

in the attic and

only speak with my eyes

some days i think

i’ll never die, then

i think myself silly

some days i wish

i were my dog

some days i awake in the morning

and almost burst because

i know that all days

are sublime

even when i don’t see it