Droplets of rain marbles
splatter on the tin roof
and weigh hungover leaves,
anticipating summer's sweat.
Conga circles drum cricket croaks,
their symphonic looping chorus
dazes time as stars gaze.

Rabbits are everywhere,
halting but not fazed by my high beams
while the tornado siren sounds,
my cue to get naked.

Atlanta reigns the ***** and pills,
so I stay far away,
just ninety three miles south of these hills,
we can't trust me in that place.

Droplets of rain marbles
splatter on the tin roof
and weigh hungover leaves,
anticipating summer's sweat.
Conga circles drum cricket croaks,
their symphonic looping chorus
dazes time as stars gaze.

Rabbits are everywhere,
halting but not fazed by my high beams
while the tornado siren sounds,
my cue to get naked.

Atlanta provides the ***** and pills,
so I stay far away,
just ninety three miles south of these hills,
we can't trust me in that place.

Kinder. Snappier.
More considerate
Dripping soy in coffee filter
Not too stressed.
Able to leverage trivium
Free online tracker app.
6
on the clock
Postmeridian
Kids away at care center
Glass of wine at business meeting
**** in the streets
Hand slumping man a Jackson
Irony
Better. Happier.
A safe society
Black eye on the money machine
In the store
On the street
In the hand
(Not the bush)
Guns off the street

Cleaner. Trapped.
Gob of brain tasty snack
(was there lye in that wine?)
Sleep in vehicle
Commute carefree
Unaware needed
Dreams defeated

Silent. Nappier.
More lethargic.
No need to ask
No questions left
to answer.
Free energy, Free money.
All that's needed
Is cooperation.
Corporations
Constipation
Laying towers of
***** power
in the open mouths of blind baby birds
With gurgling saliva
open mouthed
open heart
bleeding
filling the blender with sweet wine\\\\

Little fingers with nails that tame tigers
Who innocently belly dance to telletubbies
Sunrise on your face every time a smile triggers
You dance to the beats of my heart like piping bees

Momma and poppa work so hard for your diaper
Gladly with mild poo you will sit on the sofa
Looking at the news wishing it is over
In your eyes I could see you wish this world is better

Tabula rasa until your first ******* hunt
Milk for you  till you had your first spaghetti
In my life you are the most beautiful font
And in this world, you are before any

When I when I haven’t really touched
Anything
For a long time
Where was I?
Lost, roaming
Caged,waiting.
Content being in the shadows.

Today I need to be present again.

I called myself.

    She’s Shy; Too used to the shadows.
    Too Weary and Atrophied from Disuse.
    Rusty from Mistrust.

Ever cynical
    “No it’s just a false alarm,
      It isn’t time yet. “

I Beckon to her
      Still unsure.

I give her some Energy.
I wait.
Patience.

       “I’m here. What do you need? “

A woman
A mother
A human of immeasurable depth
A being of nurturing love and compassion
Could i?
If i could be so lucky, should i?
Do i have what it takes to take you on
Do i know what it takes, to go beyond ?
The arches of your doorway
The shallows of your darkest corners
To keep you sturdy,
To keep you growing in strength.
Do i have what it takes, to go the length ?
"Welcome", you said,
"to my open door policy"
"If you have any questions,
I'll open up, probably."
"But if you choose to know me,
be weary of this,
My journey has had pain, but also, unspeakable bliss
I'm too familiar of the suffering
behind the sting of a kiss
Try and break down these open doors
And my presence,
you'll be forced to miss."
After taking it in,
and giving it some thought
My mind still wonders,
my decisions still caught
So much more to you, to learn
So many more emotions to churn
Let's take it slow, let our fires burn.
I'm coming inside now sweet girl,
your trust, I'll earn.