The laundry heap sighs, one shirt less burdened
Ever tense, the afternoon, ever still Clouds crawl by like television static Not a drop of rain meets the windowsill Just a squatter, hidden away Idle hands, second-hand body A vacant home, a fragile world Everything fits a bit oddly
Ah, once more a day in vacant rays
A webbed window, cracked gently to let the breeze by. Through, a minute an hour, a bee lands on a flower succumbing to desire, a move with a purpose It’s assuredness I admit breaks a chunk from my confidence What is what isn’t what could what couldn’t Is of no concern to a bee, imagine how free that would be A beetle crawling up the bark of a tree, Oh, just for an instant I wish I could see the life that you see!
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, no offense to photography<3---I don't like someone taking my picture:}
unfair for my ancestors and the great greats of the past before them faces to stay unknown unrecognized in future evermore call me stupid call me crazy call me insecure but my veins fear that shoot to endure eyes perplexed on captured focus not understanding that optic motion only-in our century a bonus mind entering a vacant slash cameras must be abandoned gone illegal in that flash ------ravenfeels
vagrancy forms the pupil
loitering firms a study a passenger of the seasonal influence believe in the homeless the pigeons and the litter lovingly observe the unhandled gaps in our gathered mouthings believe in big babies believe in display the posters walls malls the money bleed that we are sincere to and the signals that thread us to one single box invited and isolated housed unhoused on vacation and vacated inattentive pupils
I was cold
sitting by a broken radiator cursing it for leaving me warmless.
will we ever see the end ?
we wont ever escape. crying out we said, "hell is empty" but its our hearts that are empty instead.
ever felt lonely in a room full of people ?