You probably can’t tell
I’m a ghost in a shell.
I think it’s quite alright,
I like Japanese anime.
Here goes the endless sunset
chased by the smokes of light,
sweet as the jam I had this morning,
guess I won’t be skipping the wine.
Someone calls help, the dog’s riled,
a bit excitement & words are yelled.
What does it all have to do with me?
Over here managing my own insanity.
Don’t need your help.
I know it’s your little bell,
as ever it rings so loud.
While I couldn’t give a shit,
I’m introverting just now.
Can’t just talk with little mouth,
Qs & Is, pollens, every last detail.
Why don’t you just give me a break,
stop making noise for God’s sake.
(Not you, obviously*)
“Hey, bitch face.”
“What?! Who?! Me?”
“Yeah! Why don’t you look more friendly?”
“Wha! What’d I do? Minding my own business,
looking down at my own shoes.
Not my fault my face
is what in front of you.”
Runner-up of contemplator of life I am
& it’s not boding too well for you.
If you see me lips tight, eyes humorless,
forgive me for my offensive attitude.
We can chat about your cat or dog
& of course your kids too.
Though I really have nothing new to add,
you see, I’m kinda aloof.
All the interactions I can imitate live
without being too honest or true.
If it can help spreading your rumors,
isn’t that what people do?
Wow, didn’t see it coming,
was that really what I said?!
Can we start over please?
I’m calling a reboot.
Ah, here we are, some fresh air.
What do you mean forget it?
You’re walking away with a bad taste,
having a case of bitch face too?
I do see your color pretty, a translucent blend,
jelly-toned nail polish of a creeping, resting kind.
In out focus, permission to engage, calvary sneaky & bold.
The feeling of discovering something I should not have told.
The sound wave comes through a medium, an intentional distortion.
Not certain if the ears were made for such personal vibrations.
Amused smile, more heard but saw “it’s all part of the plan”.
Something though shouts “Danger! Back off!” not that I can help.
Boundaries melt when we come together, we are finally expanding.
The way that you see, that I see, sand in sands on sands indefinitely.
You move forward, I take flight, locked in a circular exhilarating fright.
One glance, no more than two, never & ever & as ever, yours yours & mine.
We dance the vertical inclines and horizontal foolish maze.
Here & there some clear water, sad when it turns into murky wine.
Hallelujah, trouble-maker, zig-zag, skipping saints & swines.
Here for the show, you may know, digging dirts searching for a what.
You let me know then & now I tell you to hold on but not too tight.
Sometimes you have to be content with the little things that are very slight.
Staring too long, the light will shift, you may know too well what you see.
It’s time to let it all go while there’s still something else for me.
We’re on a hot plate
but who cares as long as
there are fake news, SNL
someone else making fools of themselves.
It’s easy to point & blame
when I’m not even in the game.
How did we end up like this?
Well because we wanted it.
The newspaper’s spreading thin
catering to everyone’s prejudice.
As long as there’s a cent in a click
your value is in a database.
Human, women, worsen, partisan.
Can’t decide if I like being a victim.
Fuck it we all look the same:
no money, no tie, no service, no voice.
Why can’t you see?
You’re bring out the worst in me.
Wait till we all tired & want to go home
only then to find out we are all alone.