Setup: My Get Up.

Setup:
           My get up.
White long sleeve with black long hair.
White trim pants
Showing bare
                     ly any of me at all.


With my hands on my ears I drown in music,
Falsetto stilettos drilling life into my collared soul
This gradient sky,
Reminder that I
am but a shade in a spectrum of light
A moan in an hour of delight.

Leaves around me sprinkle light and casually
Play ping pong with the sun.
Half remembered faces from half remembered places where
Horizons expanding
I’m slowly landing in a whirlwind of sound with gray all around and all that I think about is…

What if people spoke in rhyme?
Mental collapse
Montage -- relapse
into the past of the future of the present
To: the past, from: the future.

This gradient sky does not open in front of my eyes –
Eye open in front of it, and we melt together
Meld together… held together by time.

It is,
Almost noon and
I’ve got class and
I can’t stop smiling.
White turtleneck matches white pen and white folder and
Bright smile.

Disconnected thoughts written in ink.
Permanently pressed on
Perforated paper sheets of my being

I clash with my surroundings because I match myself.

If I were to learn any instrument again, I would choose…

Well.

Scientific exploration is not the revelation I’d
Expected.
Epic diagrams of humble cardiograms…

Sorry.
Mind is wandering out and my pen is not following

Like a hundred photos of light and shadowing.

Phone call.
Lift up pick up then ask..

What’s new?
Nothing much you?

Connection died.
Should I revive?
Or remain passive
Swim downstream, not upstream.

Click.