nowhere man

i'm so out of touch with me that i cut myself shaving today. 

Then, (being out of other means for a first aid kit) 

i folded a paper towel i found and placed atop this bloody mess 

with removable tape, no less. 

i'd prefer to shed all of this skin and 

become new, 

but boy, 

does 

it 

hurt 

to try

Dear so and so

.

When you are writing a letter to someone, by way of keyboard, be sure not to typo. Because the receiver, who may be me, may be offended by "Dead Sharon".

toothbrush can't lose

I am not very good at playing defense.

I do a fine job kicking the ball into your goal, 

for getting passed you is easy.

but I'd never want to hold you back from kicking your ball into mine, see I'm no good at competitive game playing. 

I'm not going to jump in front of my goal, 

or even stretch an arm out to pretend like I'd try.

If you can get your ball into my goal, well, then you win. 

I feel weightless & effortless tossing the ball between my feet.

I seem to win without trying. 

You're there, performing every trick in the book, trying to defend your goal, 

but there it is again, another victory mine. 

a variable lover

There has been a distance between myself lately.
It's measurement is metaphysical; it rings of vibrations too deep to hear.My moons are many, their light permits days, which in turn are nights.
I haven't felt hungry for some time, instead I feel weak.
A weakness so familiar it must be deja vu.
Weakness, and its maddening improbable humor!
A large percentage of me has not cleansed itself of the filth it's lived in for too long.
I only want to learn about things which interest me. No longer do I feel the desires to swim with the sharks.
I'm missing pieces all over;
a woman who can knot, I should be able to hold it together.
These manic states frighten me less and less. They come to me like an old yellow school bus, and I greet them with childhood memories.
There I was, once- a child. The distance between me & me there is far beyond truly grasping.
And so I lie here, another night gone by, another wall studied too long.
Now when he speaks to me, for he thinks I should learn his interests, I will rather remember this wall and the yellow school bus,
yet I will be too weak to tell him how little his interests feed me.

Schubert: Moment Musicaux #6

stronger than never ever before

I want to learn to hunger for patience and to be patient with hunger

docked, or...

kinship is the only ship to sail into affinity.

real genius

Today, for a second there, I truly thought I made up the word humanity.
It was a play on "humidity". 
It's definition: Thick with Humans.