Supplementary beauty, outside of
what we call our home, inside of
what we call our working space.
We can't stay here forever, it pays
to travel, it works out to change,
it helps to work and improve our ways.

Talents, oddities, special equipment,
all additions to the perfect creatures,
imperfect perfection is so perfect.

So if you ever find a mark in your book,
or a number in your phone, a name in
the back of your head. Don't hesitate,
reconnect with that addition,
it just might have been an imperfect
perfection.

Losing pieces, meeting long lost nieces
on the worst of family parties, lots of
family, much less party, I get drunk.

Meadows, long wet grass tickling my legs,
every single creature around here begs
for my inexhaustable attention, selfish.
The buzzing calls of nature soothe, me
not everyone.

I don't have to talk because it helps me,
I just want to talk to you, but I see
how it is.

My hands are tied, they say I lied,
my brains are fried, they say I cried
for help.

Her smell is stuck, my nostrils flare,
the clothes she will always wear,
the closed kindness to scare,
not a friend spare,
Oh where?

When will I?
Who would want to?
How will something be
just quite different but the same,
so I can start off yet another game,

Today was a good day,
tomorrow is always a disaster,
tell her today.

Better off, her smell returned,
her cuteness left me concerned,
but her laugh and word,
escape the recurred.

I can barely even tell the truth,
unknown why I can not say,
dissapointed do I sleuth.

Enjoying the last bits of youth.

I scared her away from me, intense
feelings, she can not understand I do.
A person searching, climbing on to
and holding tight, when he can not sense,
the words are mumbled, the fear gets
immensely strong, don't flee, stay
for just one other song. We say
it all will be okay. Once she lets
her passion flow, the fear will fade,
folded up and poured into a form,
made,
printed paper, still warm.