musings & scribbles

a mental hernia is as the unwatered seed– dry, but still thirsting for a means to grow
                                                                                                             expand
                                                                                                             live
                                                                                                             follow
                                                                                                             lead
                                                                                                             align with any other constance
                                                                                                                                         consequence
                                                                                                                                        pedestrian

so mad, this time when thought leaves and instinct,
                                                          the natural,
                                                           the constant,
                                                                            emerges.

the connection,
the grasp of
others’ importance,
the creation
of others’ importance
; a confusion
  disorientation
a singe’ing of
prickling of
the nerve
for loss/
     gain/
     regret
      of others

the more of you that is known by me,
   the more i wish to know you more.
  this is not fair to you,
                             for you need not my emotions placed upon your person.
   this is not fair to me,
                              as the more of you i know, the more emotion i place
                                                                   within my thoughts of you,
                                                                   without such emotion given by you,
                                                                                                                  merely
                                                                                                                          taken by me
                                                                                                                                           from you.

just
     full of disappointments,
                                    those
                                            wishes let sit for
                                                                   no reason other
                                                                   than no other reason

all depending ‘pon the way,
i imagine a blank canvas, saturated in
holes/the darkest holes/the craters
of eyes’ comets, those
trailed-ones let freeze from melt of ‘motion, that
valve-clenching pattern over nerve
you know stops, but not when,
 until you know nothing else.

seek clarity of self;
‘llow less of want;
forge thought as steel,
from extended heat
to smoothened cool,
for bring of sharpened length.

in today’s society,
it’s hard to tell the
crazies from
the normies–
you see
someone talking to themself,
and then find a wire
attached to their caller.

i would travel this Earth,
these Planets,
this System/Solar,
these Spirals,
this Galaxy–
of all Time to You i will reach
if there be no way to crawl–
may these words, these thoughts, this
bleed upon paper/a sentencing
of unruly/broken sheets sprawled while in
quiet beg of You: Queen, Angel, Princess,
 Smile: Your response in silence to
a taking-breath pull of Gravity, mine: You.

the focus of your photograph leaves you shaking, breaking laugh for cry of body/of clutch of me for knöw’ i’m here– could you see me, would you stare in ‘turn so shaking is seen not by me, but with you?