Mary

I swallowed something
like a watermelon,
like a deep burden and a great joy
wrapped neat and round in blood
and work raw fingers.

I feel it growing, making me
a bit sick, slightly nauseas of the future
part to rid myself
and part to never be full again

Fragments of you linger in my mind.
In my heart.  On my soul.
Diet Coke and the smell of cleaning supplies.
Bearded men and tie clips.
Cosmic Love.  The Good Days.  Emmanuel.
Watches on the right side.  Red shoes.
Fragments.  Pieces.  Parts.
Not the whole you.
I miss the whole you.
But all I have are the fragments you left with me.

.....BOLDERDASH and Folly~they all exclaimed! !    There couldn't be anything that simple about it.  *Backwash and Rusty Pipes they continued !   Something that complex,  can't be that easy to get.     Wondergas and  flagsnarfs they Shouted with Knowledge !   From here to there has got to have a fine set of Rules .     BARFUL-CUSPS,   If thats true~what does this mean?=_Seeing is Believing,   What you see is what you get,   I've Never seen anything like it,   Wait til you see what I got,   WOW, take a look at this,   Look for the Silver lining,   If they could only see me now,   You can see seven states from lookout mountain,     See the Amazing bearded Lady,   See if you can do this,  See if you like this one,  See if you can find the Shiny dime in the bowl of pennies,    Gee,you look like a million bucks,   See if you can't do a little better next time ,    That'll be the LAST TIME  you'll see me in That Place !         Let's see "IF" you can make me move ! !       And they wonder why~~~friends don't last _M.

I am a child.

I try my best
but it doesn't always work out the way I expected.

I learn from them
I grow.

I imagine.

Adults know everything.

I must be be a child.

People said I always spoke out of turn
So over time I decided to learn
To stop interrupting
But my jaw is busting
Now my voice is desperate to return

it was her eyes
bright beautiful brown eyes
the kind that draw you in
and lock you down
they called me from across the room
to my surprise my heart did swoon
I wasn't looking for anything
but her eyes found me
I can never forget the moment
though things didn't work out
her eyes captivated me
and held me prisoner
though we weren't meant to be
those eyes
kind, inviting and lonely
in a roomful of people
her eyes
passionate and compelling
embracing
a moment I will never forget
it was her eyes

i like watching

the grey disappear into day

forms emerging from the twilight

conversely i like watching

the day disappear into grey

the forms merging into the twilight

I'm in the hands of
faithful optimism
or
youthful foolishness.

I guess it's up to you to choose
the former or the latter.

I'm bound to find the answer,
but love is a rhetorical question
with no elicit answer.