Things that blow mind my and mind me

I.
Cryingcrazy
and
cringing carnivorous at what was coming ,
what was there, really.
like tigers
it makes me think of tigers; they crouch
I could like to be one
but maybe just for a little while.
or
what if that's what I used to be
sometime stuck in somewhere
behind or ahead and
maybe up or down or in or
not at all.
something in me screams some of the time for not really
a reason or plead for
reprieve from reasons and reason

II.
that's to say
nothing but for part or piece or strand of string
that binds the universe, except
only the combination of the whole big ball of string spun into it's intended whole
knows that name.
Strings strands splits
names to define the difference from names like whole.
if my name could stop being part of the whole ball of string -
just long enough
only.
it might show what needs to be seen
at least right then for now
Now is a newer now than that above
space is what is used of it

III.
pretty things are sometimes like flowers that are soon to wilt splendidly as
pretty little streams of words
like dragonfly thoughts
flit fly land leave

IV.
dark little demons
bouncing around and digging for ways out
that secret spot, that's where they come from.
I like, like. like it there and it comforts,
and I like like like the same way it discomforts-
the darkest deep we all keep close to comfort
too comforting and too close
close comforts stay closed

V.
cold and angry dripping disappointment
sweet drops soft spill
puddles problems pretendings pretexts
cotton candy in the rain