can you find me
i’m the one
i’m here hiding
beneath the sun

can you feel me
bite my tongue
i’m speechless
i’m the one

npr plays, morning edition. the soothing voice calmly relays the latest news highlights. he wanders along the path – as his focus teeters from news updates to fantasy. what could i do with a $100 million…wow southern america is fucked.

the sky is gray. just like yesterday. pretty much every day this time of year. if you need a steady predictable life – you’ll definitely want to come here. i mean no disrespect. that is, from some points of view the above statement is the upmost compliment. there are those who need a constant force diving their destiny, he agrees.

on the edge of the horizon. a thin rail of light bursting through the clouds catches his eye. it’s not the sun or light reflecting off the high rises in the distance. it’s too high to be a plane or drone from the base. a meteor? he chuckles beneath his breath and scans the north side of the bay.

dream for days, asleep for hours.

watch time unfold, he thinks as his fingers carve ribbons of color through the air. each step is thorazine heavy yet featherweight. this contradiction.

his teeth hurt and pull loose from his mouth. in replicating ever replacing rows like a great white shark.

i can talk the talk, oh i reinvented the walk. he can feel these words course through him, taste them in the air and slowly unravels the meaning of life. i speak the truth from the tip of my forked tongue. i have been chosen because i see from the eyes of a lion.

your dress
a rorschach test
swirling clouds
of ink stained
white, black
shades of gray

i can’t see you
you won’t have it
my soul
the empty canvas

just as you
planned it

tattooed eyes
around my chest