The bologna
is better
with the bitter
butternut bread.

Is there wisdom
to be unraveled
in the words
that she wrote,

perspectives
of a watercolor world
that I did not know,

abstract conjecture,
projections of
a future,
through
reflections
on the past?

Or, are these
lily white
pastels
of sweet
sophistry
only meant
to distract
or comfort me?

Is there wisdom
to be unraveled
in the words
that she wrote,

perspectives
of a watercolor world
that I did not know,

He wears
a dull faced
indifference.

Thinks I am
a dim wit,
because
I do not
pursue
the same
worthless
*******.

Brown eye,
brown hair,
well-trimmed
small beard,
love his
gold rush
reality
tv
show.

His goals,
are a product
of a limited
mindset,
rectangular vision,
in an oval like
world.

No mind expanding
conversation,
just me
patiently waiting
for him to dislodge
his slack jawed
visage
from those
cellphone images.

Even with
honest intent
any system
meant
to govern
men
can easily
go awry.

People
build up
big bubbles of
like minds.

Bobbling heads
bobble yes,
seldomly
questioning
the odds
of success
because
each individual
possesses
strange pieces
the point them
in the same
direction.

They build a shield
to protect
their power,
build a wall
to prevent
the incursion
of new ideas.

But any man-made system
that is not open
to innovation
will face disintegration.

She wears soft shades
of feathery white
and purple;

A sensual
fantasy
casting a
casual glance
back my way.
An artist’s dream
of strange beauty,

no hair
just more
plumage,

her ornate
tattoos
cause me
to further loose
myself.

An exotic
extra-terrestrial,
a being of
supreme
power
to influence me,

too bad
she does not exist
in reality.

Maybe, she will
visit me
in my dreams.

Two waterways
race
from separate places,
gathering silt,
and soft soil
as they move
towards
a bigger body
of bountiful
water.

One river
of sorrow
spilling
saltwater tears,
coursing
with all of
the pain
carrying
all of the
grief we acquire,

Another
river raging
with wild
undercurrents,
and strange
sediment,
fishy ideas,
wonder,
love,
and hope
that floats.

Two distinct
things
converge
into a different world
making something
better or worse
then their
previous parts.