midday

cant find an idea worthy of using a canvas.
i can never get an idea.
it pisses me off.

i can write though. i can always do that.
most always. its safer.

the cold air on my fingers. against my face
as i balance books. and wood. desperate to arrive.
i want to run. i want to be warm. i want to be safe.
turn the key. the struggle of the day.
things go crashing to the concrete. papers shuffled.

floating past the ghost town. feeling free.
like you have finally been found. out.
youre feet are stone cold. they just want to be led home.

hold me close. calm the convulsions. quiet the gasps.
steady the shaking breaths. hold me. just hold me.
its everywhere i want to be. everywhere i can not go.
its there. on the outdoor rug. under the can lights.
enclosed in your limbs. dont make me let go.

broken booths. crowded feet. touching shoulders.
excuse mes and thats us. dessert plates. coffee mugs.
cream. sugar. until you decide to go without.
please just heat it up.


only me and you.





and the rest of the world....