Fingers tapping on a keyboard
Tendons clacking up and down
Marching towards oblivion

What does it mean to be interesting?
Is it:  to be captured in the thoughts of another, their mind giving a projection of your self a life of its own  ?
(Yet how can they know
A projection is just that – a façade, a portrayal)
Only one aspect of a three dimensional object
How can they know what it is really like to be an interesting person?

What does it mean to be boring?
Is it: to have given up on yourself? to be afraid to show yourself, for fear, for shame, for any negative emotion?
(Yet you must know, it is these imperfections, these inconsistencies that fascinate)
Humans love a puzzle

All I wanted to do was dance
now I am faced with a squeaky keyboard

All I wanted to do was dance
but how can particles in a tube of toothpaste dance?

All I wanted to do was dance
Alone.

Unwanted contact from all angles.
Beer rained down from the sky, but it was refreshing in our hot tube of toothpaste

Who smokes in a mosh pit?
Who are you.

PS sorry to the man who's hat I tried to steal
But seriously, why would you ever wear a hat to a dance party if you didn't want it to get stolen

Didn't you know that a hat is like a drunk-nip to a drunk person?
Who are you ?

All I wanted to do was dance
and jump up and down and fist pump the night away

But then the night became cold
My only options were to shiver the night away or drink the cold away

Didn't you ever wonder how people survive in Russia?

So I was no longer cold
But that was not the first part

But was it the worst part?

Touch.
Oh, you.
You're a silly verb.

At once so innocent,
but so easily are the bullets loaded, turning a word into a gun

Can you show us on the doll what happened?

Layers of grape, shifting in the breeze
frames of view, frames of reference - constantly changing
to be floating among the shifting layers, shifting slides of the presentation of a golden moment
to be fruit suspended in jello, looking out, seeing the world from the inside, through a golden lens

each shift revealing new layers, new perspectives

constant motion
leaves spreading, increasing their surface area
gathering all the sun that they can
the sun, turning leaves translucent
morphing into grapes

suede stains in the rain
naked feet sing in the mud
heat freezes a moment in time

cast in dirt
the mold of a singing foot

Last night
A touch, the fingertips on the hair
A hand on the waist, as you step around me
A glance,
     Were you too forward?
How can I communicate
How can I reveal my feelings
     1) If they could hurt one of those closest to me
     2) If I’m afraid that letting them out will lead to
                a. Hurt
                b. More self-destruction
                c. More cries for help
Did you know that an indicator for vulnerability to binge eating disorder
Is  being afraid to feel your feelings?

How can I feel my feelings
If the only thing life has taught me about feelings is that
     1) They lead to hurt
     2) They place you under the control of another, the one who knows your true feelings and can
                a. Twist
                b. Pull
                c. Shape your feelings into knifes that tear you apart
                    Or should I say carve me apart?
                    Carving away the sections of my heart
                    The neurological connections between my heart and my brain
                    Making my heart hollow
                    Severing the connection between my heart and my brain
Feelings have only brought me pain

Evolution has taught humans to avoid things that bring them pain
How can I have the power to overcome the sum of all the interactions of my ancestors?

A tear
A flash flood on the skin
The skin
     At first overwhelmed by the surplus of liquid
     everything in sight drowns
the ground
     soaks up the liquid
     contains the flood
     nourishes the earth beneath
the skin cells
the follicles
all nourished by the pain welling from the eyes
"warning, warning
Flash flood
All residents must stay inside their homes"
The dust and day’s wear on the face
No where to go
Homeless
Swept away by the current
     The flood
Did you know, a tear is a cry for help?
Funny how those two words fit together
Tear, cry
The evolution of language can reveal things, a different mind set
But can the truth be found in words?

The words didn’t save the residents of the skin
Their homes, constructed of dirt, of pollen, of sweat
Are swept away in the current
     The flash flood
    The Katrina of my face

What use is a cry for help if there is no one to answer it