Michael, why are you playing so f-king hard to get?
I etched my number into your car, so you won't forget it.
I stalked you day and night just to prove my undying interest.
Did you get the shower pix of you, I intend to post on Pinterest?
I climbed in through your skylight twice, I bet you didn’t know.
I hid in your workplace mensroom, but alas you never showed.
Michael dear, I’m getting vexed, didn’t you see my million texts?
I know that you’ve been busy - that relationships aren’t always easy.
Michael, don’t be capricious, satisfy my sordid misses.
You simply have to wave to me - I’m out here in the bushes.

My dear lover
I’m so impressed
Your hygiene is perfect
Your room clean, dustless
The midnight blue curtains
Waving over the Iranian carpet
Your bed instead of smelling like sweat
It’s only shampoo and deodorant
Your clothes; they don’t even smell
Honestly that’s a disappointment
I thought I will found you here but they’re so clean

I saw your unsent letters on the table
Ah so polite, never thought you are capable of that
An unused ashtray,
A calendar stuck on the wall, still displaying April
All these books and diaries from your sponsors
So many pictures of girls in your room
Which one is yours, which one is most miserable
Your closet is full of your shoes
I saw your shirts hanging, the ones you wear
And the ones you haven’t yet
These fabrics that enchant the world surrounding you

Such a big mansion you have
Glimmering and glistening
I almost got lost
The disinfected floors and phenols
Led me to the bathroom
Splendid!
Is it here you get all naked?
Oh these fortunate mirrors, curtains, tiles and showers
Get to watch you all alone

I danced and pranced in the hallways
With my feet tapping loudly on the floor
And the kitchen where food drips off your lips
And the garden where you sip your tea
And the veranda where you watch the sun sink in
And the garage with your fancy white car

Before I took my leave,
I traced all the walls with my fingertips
Imbue them with my fallen skin
So a part of me will always remain with you
Such a thrill, so romantic
It was getting late so I had to run
Until next time when I decide to come
Until next time when you’re not home
And I’ll be there, all alone

So much pain weighing down heavy heart
Wish I would let sadness go
Clinging to my skin like static
Stalking like own shadow

Waking up to locked doors and closed shades
Walking while observing faces, you fade
I go through my day with you on my mind
Although we're never face to face,  I know you're never far behind
Go home with knife in hand
Just in case it happens again
Lock myself up,  shut myself in get ready for another night
Where I see your shadow dance across my walls and my fear blinds my sight
Frozen in pain
of the memories that remain
Try to sleep just to wake and do it all again tomorrow even though I pretend
That im alright,  and safe,  and ok knowing your search never ends.

From
the veil of
trees, I can
peer into
your window,
and count
the family,
imagine them
gone to bed,
dreaming of blue,
"underwater, unaware."

Those summer
evaporations tickle
my skin,
bring on such
an observational
itch:
how you,
freshly out
of the pool,
bloomed
brightly on
Betamax.

i snail in your wake
a ringing skim of perforations and pikes
   taking readings

your signals
         manage agitated faults in me
       leased opiates
and a sensory quake

you dropped a hair tie
i form limb-like mucous spits
i join them on the far side of the object
   membrane surrounds and i engulf the collected

this       is       much       encouragement
i may increase my demands of you

i trail after you still
   sensitive to the tokens of love
       you patter behind for me
sensitive to the coding
       in the minute alterations you make
                                    of your daily routine

grow a beard
two times a year.
let your hair grow down to your shoulders
and then cut it.

take selfies at goodwill,
wear the same seven outfits.

never smile, it draws
attention :)

stay at home
like a ship at the dock,
and observe seashells
from the deck, never straying far...

download a dating app
to keep tabs on the ex
for you know not
of that day,
or hour.

is there something important
you've been ignorant of
your whole life?

wonder what the cops think
when you pass them on the street,
now that they know who you are.

wonder if
the Man might motion
to **** us then run
to their bunkers without
a second thought.

ablute truth and wonder
if its a delusion,
or if you're the subject
of a global illusion.

come on now,
don't fake it;
don't say you
can't take it.

"Could you spare a moment?
I need to talk to you,
it's important."

"Not right now,
I'm busy.
Can we talk later?"

"Oh, okay."

And we never talk.