I find her
like me

damaged
and alone

sitting
raw

and naked

in the
abandoned

dirt road

waiting for
something

that will never
come

to run
over her

wanting to
feel

her last
moment

life is honest
it has no layers

nothing to peel through
nothing to analyze

it just is

we create all our
confusion and chaos

and give it to each other
creating layers of

languages

a virus
a dis-ease

we need all this mess
to be human

and so

once again I ask
you who is more

human than me

not the news
people

the art band
from the last

century

make me think
make me dance

at the same time
is that legal

in this century
is it the same

as it ever was

we are signals
messages

communicating
chemicals

learning to cooperate

we are formed
in liquid

a puddle of
nutrients
feeding us

giving us shape
and substance

at some point
we become
something

that can
be grasped

and named

and if we survive
we become

the beginning
of something

bigger

she talked to you
and you mattered

at first it wasn’t much
casual words she

may have said to others

but you could see her
eyes were open

they could take in
more than the others

it didn’t take long
for you to let her in

she entered your mind
she felt your scars

and she wasn’t scared
but you were

you pushed her out
before she could reach

the spot

not knowing
its place

who asks why
he scolds her

saying you
should not be

concerned with
reason

you are too
pretty for that

not the devil
he is

wicked in a way
I want to be

with a wink
and a grin

always forgiven
for his sin

before he commits it

understanding
the equation

of pain and
pleasure

desire and
obsession

he stays one
step ahead

always changing
the rules

of the game