So I was just thinking about you, and I was like, I think I should tell you a few things about you that you probably already know just so you know how I see you. I came up with this list of three things.

Okay, 1: The way you look at the world makes you a great person instead of a normal person. You lack the cynicism I see in a lot of people. Your attitude is admirable, because you walk forward in spite of fear, and you project confidence.

All right 2: When you laugh and smile, your eyes scrunch up and you get laugh lines there and all over your face. A lot of people call laugh lines crows feet, especially when they're by your eyes. I think that it's a sign that you've lived a life where you've always held onto how to listen to someone. Mostly, I find that people need to talk about how good they are at listening and miss the point. You open your ears genuinely, and do it without asking anything in return. So I guess what I'm saying is that it's okay if you get crows feet.

And then there's number 3: When I mention farting, you talk about your gas. When I nudge you, you nudge back. When I call you a punk, you call me a big **** face. This is just one thing, so it's not cheating -- those are just examples. What I mean is, you're the completion of a loop, even if it's just the loop between two humans knowing each other.

Where did you read what you heard?
To be truth or may be slow lowered
fringe word from a deceitful and purple sinking sun?
Mirroring my hurt just as a dream would
turn nightmare. Will you please join with me?
For you, black, far and fleeting figure
would I break my legs to injure
my flesh all to have you back but I've become the air

in my push to remain Earthly me.

Ghosts won't curse time
as you soon won't find
substance clearly soul.
I embrace this
clear fated descent
as my hands that I've tied
close while evolution unfolds.

Once before the age came
did I feel lifted
How about you?
Prior post heydays,
Fire to create
Drive in you
Did you feel rising
The heat you thought you'd never lose?

Smoke of the long wind trees comes
welcoming birth of seasons
on designing you
Here I thought I'd find. . .
Confines offering reason
to the lottery we won
to like all life die
and return

Blades of grass collecting crusted mud beside the train tracks
of the downtown transit
remind me fast of how much traffic we passed on foot paths
through both the Summer and Fall

If you don't recall, it was a lot of traffic.
Better call sometime because if you don't then I won't.

Loose change falling from a palm into a used cup becomes
your swinging wallet chain
regardless the fact there's barely a reason for rerun
I find similarity

Enough to see the lies of your lines
between those of some clean, plate glass windows

Window open to night and pine trees
Breathing near feet and chest
Heat from fed tongues rises to North breeze
Cooling what tension left
Of our last passing daylight still clings
To dream with no regret

Too much rain for a good day
She dreams the door won't open
There's the scrape of metal again
And the face of a stranger pokes at happiness
Enough to evoke a bright smile from the dead
She's a ***** just as all of us

Her familiar gesture calling in
Sober drones who use her and run
Sarah's familiar gesture calling
Friendly, friendly, always
Dreaming of closings

Worry is the ****** star
in descent falling West
holding woe deep within
as it burns

A searing tail opening wounds
closed in skies ever in night
inking bleeding black into
what follows

Stitches made of wishes
unfulfilled and barring
future pleasure melt
with my mental state
each dawn I climb
the ivy covered ledge
mossy marble slick to step
in ****** silence where
the gulls laugh at me
in the light.