stirred by the breezy whispers of a question blown on the wind why did you run the breath gently parting the leaves of her once hair where once life coursed with a virgin lust through veins and flesh and cupid shot his arrows love through his heart he, the Sun god bristled down bare-chested bold…

It does not just happen till spring’s met winter and the burn of its chill wrenches away every leaf of your branches cold as the cold wind blows the veneer you believe is you it’s just superficial untested a pure seeming a childish innocence smiling and ignorant then the split of sudden change rends you…

That sudden feeling that you know this smile on this face is familiar but not safe intimately you know this one you see before you is wild untamable suddenly self-conscious you are taken aback And to think you even thought for a juicy moment dripping in judgment that she’d been staring shamelessly at you this…

I chafe at the chaotic happening of everything surfing a wave of uncertainty daily and all the serious well-to-do people who have it all figured out keeping their neat little boxes and call it “reality” but the invented nature of imputation makes it more an “irreality” projected figures dancing what every thing weighs as if…