The Gift (day 135)

Squabbling Quibian!
What have you found there?
Is it a new form of currency?
A rare gem; a gift from the Emperor?

How you cradle it like a lover
Lost deep at sea
There is something nostalgic
In your eyes I see

A pebble, dear Quibian?
A stray rock here you hold?
Found amongst the leaves
On your long walk home?

Little Black Marks (day 134)

A torn emotion
Straight from the heart
Leaves little black marks
Where it once had its start

One more time
It has been there and gone
One more lover
Has played their last pawn

To many useless
Promises come and go
Left for an encounter
For the wind to let blow

But alas!
I shall not give in
This blundering baboon
Forever within

What I Need (day 119)

I don’t need a friend
I don’t need a mother
I don’t need a car
I don’t need a lover
I don’t need a sister
I don’t need a brother
I don’t need a shoe
I don’t need a nother
I don’t need a house
I don’t need a player
I don’t need a roof
I don’t need a dinner
I don’t need a mind
I don’t need a helper
I don’t need a soul
I don’t need a savior
I don’t need a bike
I don’t need a computer
I don’t need a airplane
I don’t need a traveler
I don’t need a suitcase
I don’t need a prayer
I don’t need a garden
I don’t need a teacher
I don’t need a way
I don’t need a answer
I don’t need a goal

I just need us
And that’s the truth.

Inhale (day 35)

Slightly zoned, half inebriated
Focusing steadily on things not on my mind
Faking, because there is nothing there
Alone if the air is clear

I’ll sit and stare
I’ll sit and stare

Whispering loudly into your un-hearing ear
Words of laughter, only one of us will get
That’s ok, I’m having a good time
Out here with the buzzing bees

Dancing slowly
Dancing slowly

A burst, a gust, a breath, an inhale
All for no reason, for no one shall fail
No one shall lose, and no one shall win
We shall all collapse in the same un-bathed sin

Whirl my soul
Whirl my soul

Sweeping and groping and laughing and falling
Stumbling in arms specifically made for this moment
A ruckus erupts from beneath the floor
Aggressively leaping into the arms of my lost lover

Lonely I walk
Lonely I walk

I’ve seen this road before
Lazily I’m stumbling with stern conviction
Homeward bound with passive addiction
At last the bed, inviting swirling apparitions.