"What is it you want me to do?"

-- The world spins.

- "I'm not sure I can live."

-- A city is built.

- "I don't know who I am or what I want."

-- Universes extend and extend and extend

- "How can I know love?"

-- It is In the distant waves crashing against the cement shore,
that I hear the reply, “Live!"

We traveled the same path
For a moment
Only
Staring at each other
Through
Fingerprint stained glass
I wondered
who you were
what you did
who you loved
who loved you
I wondered if you liked
sweaty ***
In cheap tents
with million dollar views.

Weird Wonderful *****
Whisks
Wanders
Wobbles
and
Waves
Willfully Without.

My imagination is on break
Everything needs a {     }
I don’t feel like writing
Tonight my hand wants the can
Not the wand
Pabst instead of prose
Headache instead of heartache.