to strong

that day the water was saltier and the words more clear and the signs…equal

this day the water is still salty but of different origin.  There are no words and the signs…unbalanced.

what I needed was provided

what I need is unfounded

bus walk finds new men and lines of them
stars unfold in the dance and I'm swirled in the mist
(yes that style mist)
soft and cushy days away
and the hard stuff on the bottom shelf
                                               my shelf

the string unravels and the damage points mount a new cleft and the and never stop because they keep pouring through and over the cracks.




depart from me, quickly and before I do you damage.

Little point

I might as well just 

                                I haven't the time to caution 

The voices I hear there

       voice I hear here

                                      It's a series of choices I'm trying to make you see. Please be respectful of your potential.  You are devastating and it is such 

a good 

thing.

Half way

To come part way up, I'm still shocked at how my foolish can be used.  At every turn I beat head on bricks and then the walls built from them... Or walls and then the bricks they are built with...

You see!  Even there, this providence fills out.  What I'm not quite finding is this turn. This left one, because we can't be right. 

Right?

lists

like leaning…to fall over
my intention is faulty.

you can try but this
 is higher than I can reach
and this 5 minute timer keeps hitting its mark.


hot rice with shaved thin carrots
so sorry for the string of insults

the idea was not quite form fitted.


see you in the approaching.