Like the funnel twist of dough, we sometimes rise
to the size of a loaf from the small, and
able to shatter the bindings chain
Strength to lift the fuselage
of a trashed plane in scrap-yard
breathing in the pollutions’ ether hills of fogs
to clear the downward old wooden joy slide
right angles never mind
a life made to/for changes
the betterment of mankind
do I know you, change
well enough to
prepare for your
in my next life
from the fearful
dreams
don’t look for the truth
in your mothers eyes!
And the youth to be seen again
cheeseburger, cheeseburger
as she nearly sat on me the fourteen y.o.
looking for an admiration falling
all young girls are insane
except the very intelligent
they make it through youth
without the – do you like me thought
do you think I’m pretty scenarios
so subject to an approval admiration
and the feelings of abuse of the situation
by older men, by older men! For god’s sake
it is in their make …
Hurry, rushing maturities or the perceived so
and many troubles make.
Lot of situations are on my mind, all seem somewhat sad. Need your supporting words. Don’t say to suck it up or go to therapies.
Seldom do I feel ‘solid’ usually its liminal consciousness experiences which do not understand the roots of. Sharing of myself I imagine with a ‘communicator’ of unknown origins. Once in a month of blue moons do have solidities ever so brief. Perhaps just insane.