Your eccentric behavior bizzares me
Dismissive, he described me. I was only respecting his work space. Isn't it odd - now I'm on the other side, thinking to myself: I don't read your inner abstraction; unless you want me to. We have different communication styles - I print, he calligraphies.
Double Third
I scarf down caution stickers,
safety off the floor
Yet my heart is still beating with electricity,
excitement, propelling something into my body
I have felt before
Spontaneity left,
survival settled in
I looked the other way when music played
just like I look away from
...
Coaster
I felt lexically homeless
when a whale spirited in
He played wind he whistled
Finned through me
There are many many other ways -
he thought to me
Tell me, how did we get here?
I hear gunshots in the dark
ripping echo through the nightdreaming woods
Tearing the lace of life
residue of lead, fear
Smokefall blanket for all of us
Missed heartbeat
My feet sweating tears not in my eyes
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