Sit on the carpeted floor of this apartment

Come sit and chat

Been some time

Baby hairs growing into teen hairs

Locks struggling to hold a curl

Perspiration wells up

Deepening those cracks, frown lines

Until the soil is so fine

Lovely lady

Needs a tailor to fix, to fix a sundress

Those pesky strings, clinging onto

Dreams of somewhere hot and cold

Sweating asphalt, slicked

Off road has its rocks and bumps, but

The clock moves behind

The backs of those afraid to exist

Earthquakes of mistakes leaving

Behind a child in rags, a doll

Gripping so tightly

Beaded eyes, glossed, awash in numb fear

Numbed in fear is a lot of numbing

To have fear as the default is a lot of running from the end that is no end

Pain, numbed, requires none

A doll

At the end of it all, there is nothing?

There must be

Something moves beneath the surface

A fish dances from a line

Afraid of permanence yet permanently myself

Tick tock goes the clock

Permanently myself

He often wondered if time could really tell

Learned it the hard way

All was, unfortunately, well

Hear the rain, pelting, dripping, dropped?

Like the children running into class

Time itself had stopped

Hello

Howdy

Hi

How do you do?

To remember

Memory, holding water in my hands

But this time, I swear

Not a single drop has fallen through the cracks

I have an emerald green eye

Welling up with emerald green tears

There isn't an emerald green sky

above me

It is actually so ordinary

Must I chase your shadow's shadow day and night?

Simplicity.

Her form

Her gaze

Are all unattainable to me, to me, to me.

teeth

clenched fists

get out

my head

my heart

clenched heart

feel

shit

tension

hurts even more

blur

lost

How they shiver in the cold as they approach you

The rain lays a burden upon their shoulders

But your warm welcome touch

The rush of air as the slidey doors part

Read

Write

Think

Dream.

...

...

I am home.

You sigh in contentment as you devour these souls

From sunrise to sunset they remain

Never are you hungry

Your arms stretch from East to West

From 1st to 8th (minus 3rd)

Ms. Geisel,

How I yearn for your soothing voice

You gently whisper...

...

...

"The library will close in 30 minutes."

"Goodnight, my daughter

Sweet dreams, young prince"

Khosla may have chained me

But it is you who holds the reigns

I will see you

En el otro lado,

I hope to find you

Your life in your hands

Everything that you've ever fought for or believed in

Particles of dust

Going where gravity cannot

In the other side, I hope

You will see a

King

I AM

It is like a dark shadow

solidified

crawling down his spine and inside his rib cage

in

and out

suddenly he finds that

he cannot breathe!

and

relief washes over him as his lungs expand with air

is it over, then?

is it gone?

he does not even comprehend its existence until, one day,

as he glances into the mirror and his eyes are illuminated, at last, to that thing protruding from his own self

he watches, horrified, as it manifests deeper and deeper into his flesh, up his neck

he can no longer see his face

and,

the end.

For anything

For a quickened heartbeat

A change of pace

But my feet are heavy

Dull thuds echo

Both day and night

Endless highs and lows

That smooth out to nothing

Words are words

Things are things

Faces are faces

Nothing is something

Something is nothing.

You only think summer is passing

When the nights grow long and still

When the moon is right above you

You long and long until

The heat drips down the necks

Of those summer flings you watch unfold

You only long for one to hold

On to the hand of time

One season can consume a life

Her glowing beauty weans and wanes

But the lune will always come again.