scattered boxes, empty halls,
empty voices call, scattered socks

Mismatches all,

Need to, want to
Fill this heart with joy,
Not bubble gum cot-
ton candy ploy,

A hunger like ivy needs a trellis
just to grow, up toward where that,
strange ball of y and o is amber heat

Plant to the Sun "let's meet"

ah, but this roller coaster has
gone off the rails and pitched all
people in skins, that hide their
emotions behind a scream,

pitched them, forked them good,
draining every drop of human kind-
ness, masking it with superficial
paint,

so paint those empty halls,
with all the upset and subsets
making sure you stir first,
for even after painting,
a coat of that paint, or two
"to warm up a cold space"


you still may be left with empty boxes,
and unmatched socks, and a painting
project with no end, as you will paint
until the paint is gone from the bottom-
less bucket, and life time supply of brushes

which as you
paint it is the
echo you hear
in the empty halls
from the empty boxes
forgetting to stuff
a scattered sock
after shredding,
in either ear.