THRESHOLD OF BIPOLARITY

I glide across the iced over street

shoes scuffing along the concrete-hard water

birds follow the paths humans make

although they are not the most accurate route

Bundled up in mismatched coats

Attempting to sweat the fever out

My classmates give me odd looks

they question me and

do not understand

cartwheels! Push the door open with my feet

leaving a bewildered boy behind

out into the streaming winter sunlight

crisp air streams into my lungs

like a bird sweeping into a cage

made of twine, stiffened and starched.

the canary chirps echo in my brain

vessels feel constircted, tied around

a black ball of of devouring enemy

cancer, dark desructive force

rooted in the place where the

spine joins the neck

crying! christmas afghan spread over my legs

am I having a baby? the pain is in my head

fear

crawling

creeping

oozing

sliding

fangs

slicing

subtle

force

giving

such joy!

and taking it away.

So sure of the Mormons, the thirteenth tribe of Israel

We are innocent, we denizens of the Americas

We did not crucify the savior incarnation

Upon the tearing of the veil in two,

I wonder if we were not exempt

Many thoughts pass through this mind

Laptop think and echo back

Afraid of the computer binary skills

skimming back its lonely sails

and slowly taking its first stumbling

steps as a sane man.