skipstep.......

 concocted from pure heresy, truancy of imagination, feeling human in room full of strangers, more so than houses of friends, strict baseline of peaceful instinct, a useful year of nothing learned but more

 forgotten lessons hard won in the passed, past, whittle at the sticks of humor and let rip the knife,  donkey braying softly for attention, to detail, brain calling for escape, the two shall meet on a dark

street, the symbols of yore, your symbols, eisigesis, semantics, symbiotic, slash and burn........

two days.......

sideways  to the left, frustration and unhappiness, looking for the blame, ending in a culdesac mirror image of myself, the pieces scattered and toppled over, although there is a desire for abstraction, the

 fear is clear, normalcy, nemisis, niceties, nationalism, the experience does not lie, and my identity beckons, choices made and lacking any  clarity, a baby struggles to sit up, i struggle with lying down......

wanderlust........

thoughts consume another location, other than, other then, now, hard working time spent on diligent escape plans, the two sides bicker, wrestle, moan, there used to be, nostalgia canceling now, but it

 works the other way too, commodity of time spent like water, with regret soon to follow, sickness invades an otherwise safe house, running rampant, installing an appreciation of the first breath of the

morning, time was that ability sat somewhere between execution and name dropping, now and then, the push and pull of the everyday, the social and the fabric, what is and what could have been..........

the action of inaction........

 the meantime streaked with pangs of guilty privilege and wasted moments, the soul sucking feeling of unproductive thoughts, eye burns, weariness, the time honored tradition of can be done, will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven, the chapel once aflame now undecided, election year dramatics, irrelevant but timely, a steady but slow hand could win the day with tiresome movements and kind words, these here laurels need no more weight...............

quotient.......

 selected memories curated solely for the sake of gratification, burnt laughter, babies cry, one more attempt to make it right, get it right, on time for nothing more than appropriation, satisfied that there

 could be more than vision allows, thankful more or less, the past, passed, follows age old wisdom,

into the dark carpeted safety, there is no logical explanation for the comfort of sterility...........

given the time.........

 scanning the horizon for quick glimpses of shining distraction, a pause in the monotone system, this

 day making up the past, present, and future tenses, a slight shift, a broad tightening, stretching the ends,

 leaves singing a rusty song to the coming water, the last gasp of heat leaving pink and moon to figure

 it out, the asking is tiring and anonymous, with response waiting in the wings................

not funny at all..........

the unknown unaware, profile of summer sun and shadows on the ground, there is too much dust and not enough time.............

new year, or time has slipped away.........

a long time has passed, much has happened, many words have been said, many actions regrettable, tired feet give way to aching arms, the smile unwavering..............