like a cat
i’m waiting for my owner
in my case, more gropes.
i am vain
i regularly conjure up poetry on my skin
do not give me yours.
i will recite every word to my last paper breath
so i can kid myself that paper is power.
my hands, are a canvas
canvas for anyone's ***** thoughts and ***** details
for if enough titles are painted on my body then perhaps
i will learn the complex trick
at trick of gaining depth.
and maybe the world will look as full.
as full and real as i
attest about it
read about it
dream about it
vision about it in books,
or dance with in music,
and maybe perhaps my edges will stop being ripped;
or my corners cut
or maybe my pages will not be burned and tossed aside.
true;
sometimes, i am this tiny
sometimes, i am this entangled
sometimes, i am this bonded
vulnerable, and judged by many
but also sometimes i am full of wonder

but right now, i am this.


|  i am paper and no wonder i like words |

I see the sunrise
nature never disappoints
such a simple act

Brian Hill - 2020 # 134

I might seem a little rough, Sometimes I act too tough
Well it ain't nothing personal, Just trying to stock my arsenal
I might cuss and fight to much, But I make sure I'm standing there by brunch
This old path I've been going down, Just isn't the same when you're in another town
I wish that I could call, Every time I seem to fall
Is it you or the phone, tell me do you feel alone
Because I wish that I could call you, tell you I miss you, Where it all mess up, cause you took all my luck,
Yeah I wish that I could call you...
I might seem a little rough, Sometimes I act too tough
It's just a face I know, Please don't stop just say go
Ever since I took this fall, Just waiting on you to call

Now is the time to act out
Secrets among our reality will not be left alone
False attempts continue to bring itself into our lives daily
Now is the time to act out....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 16