In the radiant sea
of your delicately
coarse red hair
there are waves and ripples
microscopic  masses
of peculiar people
like you and me
I’ve seen the
stroke of genius
in your incessant
and persistent strokes
mired with madness
an inexplicable sadness
you and I know
where your stare leads
what echoes and stirs
of haunting thoughts
lay within your mind
that produced such priceless art
you manipulated pigments and hues
into what you couldn’t
do with words
you formulated ideas
and conjured emotions
in the lives of lovely
strangers who never
had the privilege of loving you back
I can’t own your originality
I barely possess your
authenticity where it matters most
you and I are kindred souls
carefully orchestrated accidents
in the midst of a
compromising world
now your starry nights
are my cloudy days
your variation of blues
are the robust soundtrack
of an inconsolable vagabond
searching for her voice
in a literary chaotic world

As the light and shadows of overthinking roll over,
And the yellow raspberries start to doubt their realities,
I'll be here - owning nameless cats and refusing to buy furniture;
Lusting for the life I thought I had, green-eyed and sadistic.

Let's take a selfie. TRIPLE CHIN!

As you swipe for filters,
And draw a ***** on your friend's face,
I'll be here - fighting the urge to be useless;
Tapping and holding for fake friends.

Selfies. We've been afflicted with this terrible, god-awful disease.

And as you post a shaky video of your boyfriend driving?
And laugh at that joke you know you didn't find funny
I will be here - throwing my circles of seconds away.

**Three, two, one.