We are all oblivious in our own attentive way.
A babylon of fanaticisms call, in a dark song you must pay.
We are all content in our own entangled day.

A bravado of neologisms appall, in a stark verity you have kept.
I'm removed from society, in insouciant splendor, I wept.
A creation of serendipitous intent, in a dream impending you have crept.

Falling behind in my arbitrary designs, staring blankly at the passing signs.
Lines wind along the way, like an ongoing lie.
I'll get as far away from you as I can, that's my best plan.
Another cheap motel that I'll stay in will make no new impressions and I keep paying for my digressions.
There are certain memories of you where I dwell, they seem to muddle and swell.
Muddy footprints lead to my room as I come in from a thunderstorm, its in these dreary days I end up drunk and leering.
In a forest clearing I see you peering and naked, your body seems to call; the end is nearing.
Towns melt into the past, nothing new rears in the future, I wonder how long I'll last.
I find it hard to absolve my sins, my heart is held together with pins.
We have traveled to Spain and under starry night skies have lain, I know now I'll never rub away this stain.

The city eats individuality like a baby bird the offered worm.
When you look at me as you do, it makes me squirm.
The hug softens my reality like a sung song tempers the heated mind.
When you look at me as you do, I know you are the one I've wanted to find.
All the noise eats away at my focus and faceless strangers blend in time.
When you look at me as you do, I show all of my love in rhyme.
Your traceless touches leave marks on my soul, burying the city's heavy toll.

Tired of prostitution, please give me money.
Your blackened eye on display for the masses to see, blanched wooden faces sweet as honey.
God bloviated, etching people like words, now procreation run rampant, filling the streets.
Tired of prostitution, my swarthy skin isn't the object of scorn, no color wars, just ravaging perceived meats.
Hot pink boots with long legs, cold pressed suit and an unused umbrella, zoo humans press in for comfort in numbers even when they themselves are the feared hunters.
Please give me money, you've exchanged selling of body to prostitution of pride.
Was it mental illness or drugs, lost hope, a long slippery *****, maybe ill fortune, lack of education, "I didn't have a chance", you didn't fight, who's on your side?
I stand in broad daylight and watch the magnanimous, blinders for lost brothers, sisters, friends, all cardboard screams "why have you abandoned us?".
An overweight black women sits on a bench, in a sea of voracious minds tempered by forced tunnel vision, holding a cardboard sign, I'm tired of prostitution she says, please give me money.

Untouched snow calls!
Cold world claimed by the bold.
My dog stares mournfully.

Please, are you my sun?
Questions from the Moon and I.
Sleepily "I miss you".

Little asteroids,
accumulate noiselessly,
in the dark of space.

Rough road rage ahead!
I'm suing the pants off you,
spinal injury.

Creepy older boy.
Why is it you stare at me?
Am I pretty to you?

I, in isolation find my own humanity.
Surrounded, you have given into vanity.
I, in mirth smile with soft silence.
Hounded, you’ve adopted gratuitous violence.
I, in perfect mimicry pontificate Love.
Grounded, you’re blooming flowers of a deep red undreamed of.