I Didn't Realize

Curious Stranger

Stepping on the crunchies
And crushing as I schlep,
Absorbed in each breath.

Where fall leaves stale,
I plant these stomps
going nowhere,
In particular.

Then I saw you
Stepping on
crunchies too,
comsumed,
Simple and true.
With all of you.

Stay playful,
Curious Stranger,
There's enough crunch
For the both of us.

Conditional Friendliness Obscured

I finally found a way
To tear my eyes away.
I read all day
in preparation.
I read, so that
When I go out,
Used to type,
My eyes blur
all kinds.

So smile,
without
regard
to if
It is returned.

Brains Wave

I miss you

I really thought it, fishing the stream
for what you've been caught up in.
Wishing our dreams were sewn,
So that's what it seemed.

I miss you too

I felt for you,
and our brains waved.
Am I going insane?

Clear water talks softer.
Did you feel my knock,
from between a rock
and something rockier?
It makes my mind flock
to twinkling trinkets,
heart-shaped lockets.
I keep you in my pocket,
for when I lie
to sleep
alone.

I love you too

I felt you think it:
Our brains waved.
Maybe I am insane.

Hide and Short Term Seek

I forgot what I forgot,
but at least remember that.
Hold on, I think I got it.
I'm looking for my hat.
I left it around here,
but can't recall where.
I scratch my head, Eureka!
The hat was on my hair.
I need to get this down,
or forget again I fear.
I check for a pencil,
write behind my ear.
Instead I find glasses,
Out of sight for years!
Now I see it clearly,
no wait, it disappeared.
I forget if I forget,
Was I already here?

Spring Beginning

It had seemed so clear
when we stayed up all night
gazing into each other.
We crunched together
With comfy sweaters
through campus,
empty and serene,
stiffness still clinging
to still trees.
Winter was gradually
unfolding into spring.

Just before the sun rose,
my arms wrapped around her;
entwining our moves,
we privately regarded
A golden Flower
unfolding.

we loosely remarked
little nothings,
holding on for dear warmth.
Summer was indifferent
as we became cold.

Self By Trial

Since I didn't have
the resolve to follow through
with who I'd love to be
or what I'd love to do,
I tried chasing women for love.
Then I clumsily stumbled into you
While committed to nothing,
nothing but commitment itself.
I was a love conundrum,
and you were not.
so we were,
and so we were not.

I started losing it,
finding my self alone;
stopped in my tracks,
I saw we are all one.

Hay Stack

I preserved
her mind space,
a crystalizing cavern
in which we dwell.
In dreams I've sought her, well,
somewhat unsuccessfully.
An indistinct personality
distinguishes her
as partial entity.
She is fragmented,
a temporarily mistaken
figment of imagination.

Still, I attempt to retain
this lasting mirage;
Slumped, I remain
Grasping at straws.

This needle in the Hay
found me today.
Needless to say
when she smiled,
My feet glued.
I didn't realize
I'd be seeing
this you
this soon.
A nonchalant
chat later,
See you.
Could it be
that you thought
you got forgot by me?

no, you didn't,
and no I didn't.

Still, I attempt to retain
this lasting mirage;
Slumped, I remain
Grasping at straws.

Wasn't It

A girl met me in france, and
We got an empty beach at sunset!
Except it wasn't quite like that...
Trash littered the closing beach
Closest to downtown Marseilles.
Loud speakers played
something upbeat
Missing it's bass,
confusing it.

We stayed in after,
Caressing laughter.
The sky was obscured,
But wasn't it still like that?

Was It

I met a girl in france,
Reading the same book,
But it wasn't quite like that,
So my book became a cover...
It seemed I had picked up
Something mesmerizing
While browsing
a train station
Bookstore.

We had an enticing
tale of desire and love,
but wasn't it fiction?

Never Naught

Ever here,
It's never not.
life is ever a knot

Everything
accounts for
Nothing,
nothing
does not.

"Everything is nothing,
With a twist."
-Kurt vonnegut

Nothing's boring,
even I have no interest
in the interconnectedness
of this evanescent impediment.
That probably means
nothing to you,
as it does to me.

The world, immense,
Is too expansive
to include everything,
Unless I ignore nothing!
Nothing doesn't exist,
yet I would find nothing,
if I looked.

"Nothing lasts,
But nothing is lost"
-William Blake

Everything falls apart, if I try to collect it;
gathering focus disintegrates clarity.
Over examination of this estimation
offers closing in on information,
yet shows a distinction between
the end and a dualistic extinction.
Nothing stands in the way of
the survival of the universe.

So I've decided to
Let this one play itself out.
Yet nothing builds,
When my attention rests.
Ever here,
It's never not.

Foster Souls

I sold the one thing I should not,
Some thing I had not.
In exchange for nothing,
I wrote my life's script,
Corrosively imagining
each and every wish.

When I found out that
who I advocated was
what's in the details,
I stole the one thing I should,
What I had sold.
Since that meant
I'd steal nothing,
I got back my soul.

A Cross Walk

There i stood,
Early in The fall,
cornered on this.

The white Man walking
signals cross
Whilst the red hand
Stops my steps.

This crossroads
is too much to bear.
This crosswalk
Calls up thoughts,
Reminiscence,
A concerning
concurrence.

is this not how
An empire rose?
flourishing until,
violently bruised,
it erodes?

Did I realize

I did

I Didn't realize?