The sky is falling.
In a crazy contraption
We call attraction.
Over and under
Like a whirlwind horizon
I have jettisoned.
Unsure, unthinking
unaware of my spiral
I plummet earthward.
Was that the onset
of self doubt, or self pity?
Only she could say.
Will she spill the beans
before I paint the sidewalk?
Pollock would be proud.
