You've lost perspective

I felt like a parent interrupting a room of children. How their eyes anticipated me leaving. "Close the door so we can get back to having fun." 

When I think I found just the right angle I haven't. When I feel like I'm included in my life, the author tells me to get lost. "See this page you wrote...I'm ripping it up."

Thick curtains block my mind when I try too hard.

Fly by your fabric and if it breaks, enjoy it, because you are finally falling.

Slack Lee told me, "Here are the stars. Now don't drop them."

I saw a few with great big nets walking towards giant clouds.

I started work in the mine today. It was dark and black but the men were full with America. 

Release

She was sticky tape residue from an IV worn too long.

See you on the other side

We are doing a lot of leaving today.

My feet did little but my body made it home.

When the clouds leave the sky alone.

It's Monday. A truck stops. The man tells me to climb in. I stare at him, then at the exhaust blowing dust off the pavement. He motions to climb in. I don't. I watch him drive away. 


Sometimes you have to stir your insides.


How you stared.


"Mom, the car is really thirsty today."
                                               -child

We have all gone missing

The last time I felt it I was in Chicago. I had made it through the tourist traps to the end of the pier, snapped a photo of the skyline and was on my way back to land when my phone vibrated. After reading the caller ID I wanted to ignore it. Put it back in your pocket and it will go away.

"Hello."

I had to sit down knowing my body was about to shut down. There was a black bench. It's expanded metal felt odd against my back as everything went blurry. Blink. You better blink or your eyes will dry out. lf only the people walking past me knew they were blurry peripherals.

Help!  My mind said out loud to them but only I herd it. They can't help. They are strangers. 

Find me while my soul is screaming. Take me in your arms and tell me your here. Open my head and take out my branches. Touch my leaves. Feel thier vibration. How you will understand me and I will understand you.

From a distance

We sped through desert coverd night where persuit was hapiness. 

My truck in the yard, on this hill, in this place we hoped to never find. 

Their fantasies' lit our muse like light turned on deep shadow. In the end, everyone failed.

I kept my self company last night.

My thread broke today.

Are we part of nostalgia. 

cac·o·e·thes

noun

        1. An irresistible urge to do something inadvisable.

We must talk, think, and live up to the spirit of the times,        and write up to it too, if that cacoethes be upon us, or else we are       nought.

                                                     -- Anthony Trollope, Barchester Towers