I AM TRYING: EXPERIMENT IN NEW FOUND TEXT

Slipping sideways down a blue hole in green grass that was stumbled across during the trip up the first side of the hill. The partly-broken button of the blue-collar shirt wears a final switch on my new left hand. Reminding me of the ghostly reverie of simplicity. Wiggle down. Starting off. And no boat holds water while the ocean is red. Don't try too hard to return the equation to a stable place. It's not worth it. Breathing flicky yellow crusty breaths and spitting up the chunking bits of snarled phlegm, I can't think straight and words keep curving to the left. But I'm trying. Damnit, I'm trying. The responsibilities of a mind and a heart are trying to creep their way up onto my shoulder. I'm supposed to look at this all wide-eyed and wonderful, but somewhere along the way I found some blinders and Super Glue. I want to run because I can't see. But the same place as before also had binders, which are now locked on without keys. Upside down side rewind. Outdated comments smack forward self-inflicted confusions. Die with great dignity. I want words words words words words words words. Ouch-pole shoving slowly behind a bunch of miniature memories. Lost in the wide, wide-open butter flies in the milkmaid cardboard container. Don't forget to forget the forgotten lost face. The one with the silly, open, ruby-red lips around mouths of strangers. Trying to come up with the green to catch a Greyhound but never quite able to overcome the gag reflex. All in all, you have to understand that it has been at least a year since my head and my heart talked to each other. But I'm trying. Damnit, I'm trying.