mini-escape

warm bath. rock salts. sun.
an island. in winter. fun.
silent. submerge. done.

in your eyes

I looked in your eyes,
I spoke my truth.

(you looked away,
to all your courtiers.

got up on your top bunk,
smoked yourself a fattie.

threw me a pillow,
joined me on the floor.

sat in a chair,
talked about clothes.)

I looked in your eyes.
and listened for your truth.

come on. really?

of all the hollow
milk-chocolate-bunnies

with blue bow-ties
and yellow-noses

why did you have to
eat mine?

on avoiding your drama. again.

loud music. it drove away.
again.

you are wearing that hat.
again.

talking like a cowboy.
again.

asking me the same question.
again.

am giving you the same answer.
again.

loud music. it drove back.
again.

you are evil

you've tricked most others.
with your groovy life, light laugh.
but I know your truth.

courting myself

sitting @ a glossy,
tiger-maple bar

@ a shiny,
up-scale, dig

smiling,
while sober

(like an ingrained memory of times stoned)

staring,
without notice

awaiting,
that box of tea

complete ,
in my own company

(like pumpkin pie in a pool of vanilla cream)

this bench is...

...too curved
for comfort,

too cold
for warmth,

too hard (to sit)
for long,

too lonesome
for people,

too monochromatic
for inspiration,

too far-right
for coffee,

too self-absorbed
for caring,

too honest (& strong)
for lingering,

too smokey
for the inhale.