Envy tickles fingers like somber faucets to cat tongues;
Digs the trenches of exiled giggles.
Hold on-
Wear the puddle coat,
The purple one,
pockets, plum full of memories.

Throw them to the children of the mud,
They will feast for weeks on your tears
Grow flowering buds from thorny whispers.

Take bipolar leaps,
ups and downs, splashing.
Smash the grit into your flesh,
wear the story with pride.

This is the one chance,
the boldest blink, from brightest iris.
No film across the lens of decision,
no falling in the swollen net that pity holds.
This time, you've got to deal with it;
If it hurts, pinch it harder -
If it bleeds - let it flow.
Swim in the sepia of your regret.

Hope falls like clumsy children,
shins bruised from table-ends of indecision.
You've got to find the sun and grip tight,
ride the embers until you once again feel whole, holy.
Hold on to your tomorrow
Shout until you remember how to breathe again,
when the tremors have stopped rocking;
The lights through with their flicker.
Let them fade, roll and tumble.
Fumble through your pockets;
through the ashes of memory.
Scatter them along the wayside,
one, at a time,
breathe deep, hold on
and let go.