I crave affirmation
I live off of praise
Why do I need this?
Is it my fate?
“You just want attention!”
That’s what I’ve been told again and again…

Maybe they’re right.
Maybe they’re not.
Maybe I just can’t be alone with my thoughts.

People in the street

are making jokes with a laugh --


that they give to me.

Visitors give me,

as a sick person, knowledge --


of human nature.

The riches we have

are limited, we want more --


attention, on call.

Numbers: Eight times eight?

When I am in doubt I know --


that I am in love.

The percussionists

are counting, they are alert --


to the right moment.

Not every story is the true story,
but life, the book, is aways rough draft…

no names are taken out to hide the beguilers.
No shame is weighed among the ignorant beguiled.

An aphorism in the realm of gaseous we, free thought,
fly ***** caught by echo location,
recollecting the crack of the bat.

Here, catch.

It is attention

that licks children into shape --


It's love. Or hatred.