Without Me

My back touches the wall
Your back touching air

No one pays attention to us

My hip touching air
Your hip touches air

They continue without us

You look down at me
Brown eyes soft and pure
Gently loving
Brimming with Goodness

I breathe the air pocket between our eyes
and it is not enough
air

My back touching the wall
Your back to them

I look past you wanting escape

My hip wanting your hips
Your hip girdling me inside

I look up at you
My eyes hiding and low
Deftly running
Brimming with Fear

Our hips float in the air pocket between our loins
and it is so very little
air

They continue without us

my eyes deceive you
my hips deceive you

You continue without me

A Wash Enough

Today is a wash
I lie
Every day has been a wash
This week
A wash

Idleness
Realization
that this is a wash

Waiting
So much
This is not it

Not the Life
These people
A wash

Simply waiting

This is not it
Not the Life
Leads to it

A wash
Just a wait

The fire inside burns so strong so restlessly I hold myself back from the worse from dishonor Yet it is it must it SHALL be released in small spurts For How does one deal with This waiting A perfect life Perhaps A privilege indeed to be bequeathed Yet The sense of control wanting to lose itself RESTless yet I do not REST I must keep moving yet This Life is not moving FAST enough Guard yet I do my honor so tenuously Dependent on  Audience I do best ONLY of which I let myself But Not do I let myself do the best I am capable OF Because why care yet She She She and SHE make me care Who is she Nobody but a gentle soul A gentle soul Is All I need I do not know But I do know what is not Enough

The wonder of 
Enough

Fortune Rookie

She cracks

Cracks open

A fortune

Empty

inside

Empty inside

Just a message

Heavy like Air

So heavy

Deal your own

A fortune 

Empty

outside

Empty outside

Not a message

Light like Earth

So light

Not your time

Fortune cookie

for 

Fortune rookie

Make your own

Identity crisis

Identity capital

Your 
fortune

red and white

stethoscoped ear drums drum drum drum
wonder that is 
yet wonder i do thumb trump trump
an automaton not to control 
red it is and red blood i pomp pump pump

scalloped joint caps clip clip clip
grey this is 
yet white i see sidestep step step
a cement wanders below
white it is and white space i run romp romp romp 

Baby Bird: mommy! hug me!
Mama Bird: ok Please be a good girl when you return to NY. 
Baby Bird: I'm a free bird. Fly around and around.
Mama Bird: I want to hug my little birdie. Mommy love you very much. Be careful where ever you fly.

I am a singing teddy bear
I am cuddly and furry
I have no heart and lungs just squeezable widdle paws
Paw Paw Paaaaaaaw

vanilla

strain heave wrapt vanilla white sheets throes of vanilla plain mort reincarnate re-enlighten light strong waft vanilla vanilla where did thou come from? i am fond of thee i gasp for survival fittest most fitting a la petite mort vanilla conceive thee i shall carbon bonds clitoral fragrance carbon molds clitoral quintessence