Been feeling myself
lately, unimpressed by those
who aren't feeling me.

My way will be found...
To these "warm waters"
and abundant agave among
a lingering, gentle devil
more potent than that austere burn.

It's the gaze you give me,
though gated by hissing apertures, screens, & skype,
that deters my sensibility. For this unconventionality is certanly fathomed.
Believe me

But it's the glittering glances, shot offscreen in blushful bantering
that
shocks my compass not due south

but to wherever you are.

I wish you'd tell me
                  
         that I know better

For I hope your dying
                           
              to hear me say
                                            
                ­     that I don't care.

I will with diligent gratitude disregard my right not to copy

For I am...

A Tyrant ,
I Confess
but not quite destroyed,
though perhaps Forgotten.

A Bird,
Dead, yet Beautiful,
& Mysteriously still Producing Eggs
though lost in the trees.

A Zebra
that is Gold,
though still worries.