friends entertain me

the house is turquoise

blue

but you will be

sorry weeping

when i share the night with no one

not you

or you

or hue

i hold you higher

toward the sun

to see you

in contrast

does that make a difference?

It does.

To see someone against who they am

It’s not all pet and pity

It’s not all loose and grime

It’s not all, “rosy and peachy,”

It’s not all worth my time

It’s no riddle

It’s no drum

It’s not certain

Not humble, not any liquid-it’s rum

A chalky, ACHING and congested momentum

I think you have options

and I feel unbothered

I think you would rather be alone

than with anyone

and I feel at peace

still…in the silence of this chamber

I long for you to stay

makes me taste of greed

t…soiN

A thought in a hurry to get further? or out of? to get going? to get matched?

A thought in a hurry, an insight, a bladder, stopped at a red light, a catch.

Iouae That’s all I wanna be

All I wanna say

Iouae That’s all I wanna am

All I wanna make

Rush, rush, rush, rush, rush

OUT THE DOOR!

Well, out with it sister!

Now!

Now’s better than before!

“But its a mouthful and a word splice! Unneeded, a doctor-a, a-”

A thought in a hurry with no place to run

A thought with no legs, no air, no lungs

Still, carries on it do

Onto and over

Possessing my roots

“On the contrary, everything. It’s so unlike the rest. my other thoughts are asleep now, perhaps…my only chance.”

GO ON!

BE A WORDSMITH!

TELL IT LOUDER THAN THE BIRD SPITS!

“I never, never never have…

fully surrendered

to the thought so rash

that I may

be treason

in my attempt

to be authentic

in a place so

bent.”

Night, when it breaks like bread

gently do it wake me like the tickle of snowfall on child’s nose.

AWAKE! HAVOC!

Something’s wrong, give me reason to panic.

Who done that?

CHOO

CHOO

WOOSH

Who triggered,

what’s afraid?

I am the window and it’s clocking!

The lamp and it’s creak, the silhouette walking, the dumb and it’s greed.

BUT IT IS NOT ME!

SHOW A WAVE OF MERCY!

I beg.

It is not my mind so worried, unsleeping.

It is the one with whom once shared my bed.

His mind unbrewing, his notion dead.

His fast nervousness and empty head.

I feel it all within me.

UH-HUH-HUH-UH

I CAN’T BREATHE.

I can’t breathe..I can-

I ca-

Ike.

I fall into and out of the night is acrobatics.

I wonder whatever is on his mind is rather manic.

The morning reveals something untrue.

He worries not…the blame is on me, “on you.”

I know not this energy of vice and malice.

What a vicious boy.

-Sleep unsalvaged.

You.

That you make my heart happy.

That thought lullabies in my belly and allllllll throughout my chamber

does it echo and fathom.

So tongue tied, a word-slur, a loose canon, a nough-grrr!

You make my heart sing.

I am warm as fire, flushed as doves, open as air, secure and snug.

Does it matter?

Should I apologize?

Never do I worry.

Never do I whine.