never lets me walk smoothly,
in your smiling blues are things that give up on me
or that I’ll surely run away from,but look, i have come to life and been a catalyst,
i have seen creation reveal itself at open sesame.
i indulge in the charming clues
and aspirations you admired always.
how your observations were made,
bird by bird, mistake by mistake
so is your extremism in existence to fix me?
my rebellion and I will eat fearlessly
and fail to find a balance,
when the cigarette falls from this shrug
and the accident is sudden,
blindingly everywhere
thinking of nothing, the wonder in this ambulancestrums to the solitude, the wordlessness,
the lines on the empty pages of my notebook..
Relate to me the food of its scribbles, I’m hungry.
Tell me its smoke and its scribbles and tattoos
each time sighing
and i gather experiences like strawberries
both in changing and static, yet I only know
I have let go of something,
of the synchrony of trains,
and bumbling
i come up all in laughter,
a symphony with my brother.
