SPACED OUT

I wish to implode like a cloud

hot, bouncing gas particles

a party that rains upon me

leaves me cool… wet not hype, but 

drenched in pity for myself. 

I’m sorry sir, brush your shoulder, it hurts so good

to fall into this pattern again

It may be an annual, time after time of a desire for 

emotional attachment, but when I find it, 

my voice will be a whisper of hoo-rah

I will not be heard by these thunder shocks of Temptations and Beatles

Their melody informs us of a notion, of a human emotion, this something,

we call love

While I look for love, there is none looking for me

Maybe the mistake is internally, cause throwback pepsi isn’t cane sugar,

but a diabetic coma to wake from.

Why am I asleep, napping in perpetual fantasy of k.i.s.s.i.n.g, I’m alone

Alone but with companionship, and I love all of them

all equally, but this muscle shakes internally, my chest rumbles till my body

collapses in a lightening attack, and who will sew me back together?

Who else but myself. It is grim to say that today I think that maybe reliance is unreliable

and your best partner should be yourself

I’ve been chasing a dream, when I need not these social extremes

Love is friendship on fire, so I set myself aflame