Our distractions . . .
This outbreak, this boredom.
An A-frame built atop the shaft of a needle paranoid of next weeks forecast.
SHUT UP and Date, date, date!
Young and fresh! Airbrushed to impress!
Starving and trendy in the name of fashion.
Like a tantalising desire for pain.
Fate, fate, fate!
The line is long! The line is forming a line off to all it's sides!
Comical aerial view.
C'mon now, you're coveting worthless shit stained possessions and sticking them into your chest!
Rest yourself, digest yourself.
Say hello and touch yourself.
20/20 vision follows after every orgasm.
I'm a doctor, I'm certified!
Our madeup duties are scripts in a screenplay an exhausted Calico wrote in 1953 to get his litter of six to sleep.
Hey, Human . . .
Your Bible sighs abysmally each time you creak between those paper thin pages.
Your hands are turning old and your face isn't quite you.
Stop justifying your stall.
Justice for all!
Jell-O is falling from your throat. . . bouncin' round your toes and laughing at you.
The grid has changed, kid.
Are you adapting or just blending in?
I can't tell anymore.
Gather a pale of spring water for the tummies of the laughing desert babes.
Hear them with your eyes.
Benefits to you.
Hats to the sun.
Hands to the floor.
I tell you now, you're the love of my life.
"Breath from the lips of a liar"
Need I go on?
But I'm true like the color Blue.
A flawed heart begging that your fingers see a change.
How come there were so many useless lies?
What's a blanket called that offers no warmth at all?
The gust I sent your way smacked the trust out from behind your quiet eyes.
Apprehension is rapidly dancing in the corner of a silent room.
Now you look confused and hurt.
I am sorry.
I am a galloping wind that only wishes a real depthy sorta dance upon you and those wings.
Fly for me. High for me.
You see, my aim wasn't quite right. It was all directed at me, targeted within but instead I caught you.
A tumbleweed of two souls.
For a few I am sorry.
I'm adding to it.
Tweaking and adjusting.
Eating it whole.
It hurt you, I know.
I won't deny.
Only thing is . . .
I'm glad it happened just as it has.
It was all so pretty
and here we are.
All we really know is all we are.
I want to know everything.
Turning over ground covered into memories.
Steps into sound.
Voice into reason.
What happens with all the directions in the world?
Where have all the worthy manuscripts gone?
A blue print of what and where?
Directions to who?
Why is it such a constant yearning to be wanted?
Everyone desires this.
I want light. I want what is beyond that even.
I want the intangible to become tangible just for me.
I want the things they haven't words for yet.
I want to want so deeply it's not wanting at all.
I want LIFE.
It's funny, I'm telling you the truth.
From the lips of a past liar even a solitary star can be born on the line of the horizon just before us.
This is where I start making so much sense!
I swear it.
I want you to understand.
I want you inside my head like grains of static surrounding a memory.
Here we go again.
13 hours from now.
What is it?
That is all.
Our beating self.
I'd happily die alone, an old woman with true Love in her veins.
Yet, you weep for me . . .
For God Sakes Why?
Flash and Swoosh -----
Crimson - Violet - Cerulean and you . . .
I'd cross through distorting wormholes in hopes for a chance to give birth to you my tiny Astronomer.
You're the safe haven within me. Maybe this life, perhaps the next but still, I feel you. Would you hold me tight from the inside? Be my wind between still blades, cross lonely hills when I need it most? Be the rain on my skin so that I may remember passion?
My love, here in this small room, I am living to breathe you. Even now.