In our unfinished garden,
warm stones resting atop one another,
forming a wobbly tower,
trying to connect with a true light.

Above the smoky air, faltering steps,
can I see the true shape of your struggles?
Does a malicious gnome
shape my projections?
He topples our confidence.

Do we know if we still want the same?

Your anesthetic drops,
drunk in secret behind smiles.
Your cruelty is a sarcastic, sober blow,
breaking down fleeting joy.

I long for stillness,
for a day without wrinkles.
Why do we argue for first place?
I lost to our demons, invisible enemies.
I heal my fading certainty,
Last night, I dreamt of a well,
repeating my thoughts.

Without context, we are lost,
surrounded by thick walls built by rifts.
We are still impatient for closeness.
We grapple with a weight of assumptions.

Seeing the tower of wobbly stones,
I don’t want to let go of your hands
trusting, warmly kind,
like a promise of endless green,
in our unfinished garden.

Gently cross over the wooden bridge
You have places to go
The bridge has to be there for every passer-by
Dawn to dusk, weathered, not yet to dust
Into the forest deep,
where the rivers rumble and roar
and sing lullabies

My fears are bold and brave
To the system, I’m no slave
To the meek, I’m but a freak
I refuse to let them
Make me sickly or weak

My device knows when to quit
I leave it at home unlike you kids
Unlike the masses trying to fit in
I will break long before I bend.

I am a loser a winner a slob
I don’t have a blue-collar job
I’m not trying to get rich
Alone in nature is where I fit!

Open the vault.
Reveal your Gold.
Loose the keys.
Go tell the town.

Welcome the looters.
Big, honest smile.
Give them a bag.
Show them around.

The more they take,
The more you’ll see.
The more you give,
The more you get.