You there
In the empty room
That’s filled with people
What do you see?

You there
In the bustling room
That is empty
What do you see?

You there
Peering through the mirror
That is a window
What do you see?

You there
Looking out of a window
That is a mirror
What do you see?

You there
Gazing at the sky
Longing for something
-I wonder-
What do you see?

You there
Staring at the clock
That is broken
What do you see?

You there
Watching seconds
Then minuets slip away
What do you see?

You there
Shuffling through years
-Did you lose a memory-
What do you see?




You there
blowing out Birthday candles
That are no longer wished on
What do you see?

You there
unwrapping gifts
That are still surprises
What do you see?

You there
Laughing at the world
That is sad
What do you see?

You there
Crying for a laughing world
That is silly
What do you see?

You there
Lost in a small world
That is huge
What do you see?

You there
Believing
In things you can’t see
What do you see?

You there
Lying
-Are you hiding from me-
What do you see?

You there
With the secret
That very few know
What do you see?

You there
With the silent face
That loves to tell tales
What do you see


YOU THERE
  YES YOU

Let me borrow your shoes
And walk a mile
With a story
For each step of the way

Let me look through your eyes
And paint a picture
For I want
A different colored sky

You there
Reflecting in the water
And changing with the ripples
What do you see?

"I can't help it
you see,
I have this habit
of throwing
smiles
around and
it makes me quite
sad
when people
      drop
           them"

Disappointments are made out of
Doughnut Holes
and Doughnut Holes
are filled with Disappointments

I was going to learn to fly
but then
I changed my mind

I was going to go on an adventure
but then
i changed my mind

I was going to write a poem
but then
I changed my mind

...

oh look
there goes life
out the window
that i built
out of scratch
and
indecision

black blobs
on the page
and on my favorite
t-shirt
on the newspaper
spread before me
and on the tips
of my fingers

child like i press
my fingers
to the page
already occupied with blobs
and create fingerprints
that look like little people
and thus begins
my art work

The world is full of gray people
Who have a difficult definition
They’re hard to paint a portrait of
And don’t last long in pictures
Because
They can’t sit still for long
They aren’t an illustration
From a children’s book
Because
They lack the color
They haven’t got a green
Nor red.
Nor blue.
Nor yellow.

They’re not a black and white comic
One that can be easily understood
By all
For that they lack legibility

They are gray

You can’t find them in a picture book
Because
They have too many chapters
All words
No pictures
Vague words
With multiple meanings
Similes and metaphors
Symbols and motifs
Characterization
That still leaves them
Incomplete