And I press my face to the screen
In a fleeting hope
That our foreheads might touch
That I might give
What we do so desperately deserve
And just to let
Our most basic instinct take over us

Ajoined faces
Connected in thought
Contact is ours,
Contact is our
Essential
Human
Need

Rain on hot concrete
Droplets off my tree
Grey sky, mountains peaking
Along a fencepost, liquid leaking

Sound outside my room
Of my gutters being full
My house becomes, a waterfall
The ground below, a puddle sprawl

Clouds made it away
With sweltered summer sun
Let it rain for today, I need an overcast
Let the sky envelope, it's cloudy mast

Vagabond waiting
Under morning grey drizzle
They both share train tracks

Hungry senses
And sensibility
And sense of responsibility
To feed my fevered heart
A three course meal
Of what I can't smell
Of what I can't taste
Of what I can't touch
Such gorgeous dinner
Should only blame my nerve endings
And not its own sweet bouquet
And not its own culinary savour
And not its own tender skinned nature
Hungry Senses
With a senseless palette

My compliments to the chef.

I'll treat you like
a tailor made fortune cookie
Cause somewhere inside you
is my good fortune

Fortunate in that sometimes
Being like a body of still water
our words
are skipping stones
Rippling across our lengths
lapping the shores
of our skin
then sink slowly and settle
in our mental depths

Your esteem's
Like the leaves
Crackling
Under footsteps
Under trees

Falling backwards
From your own "words"
Splattering
On the concrete
House of Cards

What a pity
To pity in yourself
To pity in good wealth
To pity in good health

And what a pity
You built it a city
Open Sewage
Clogs your roadways
Your gritty, ******, self loathing city.

I plan to pay for my meal with debit
The cashier says they do not accept debit, but there is a bank machine
Right as I'm about to leave, she says that I can just go eat now and pay for it later
I sit, eat, and contemplate

I no longer HAVE to pay for this meal
Is it a payment of good karma towards me that I received "free" food?
Is it an opportunity to gain good karma, as I pay for the meal that I could have easily stolen?
Is it an affront to karmas payment to me, to pay for the free meal that was given as a gift?