you want so badly to be noticed
that you'll do anything in silence
you'll think any thought that hates you
you'll drive through any nightmare
and still are the voices behind your eyes
the ones that have lasted and lasted beyond you
wait they say another day it will
outlast you these voices and you
will be alone; the want and the pictures
they connected you to your loneliness
which amounts to one simple friend
who cannot understand you
the same way that you selfishly
can understand no one and nothing
but the loneliness that makes you unique.



i am happy
because life exists in an egg
swollen and brittle
as a new house.

I see colors as numbers
and hear numbers as voices
I forgive outlines
for being more than myself


parts of my body
overlap in time
and time
edges along me
crushing each component
into recognition or dearth

only in a lack of color
do i identify
with swimming color
the mind borrows from day

and only in the morning
in the neutral heart
is fathomed the richness
in being able
to forgive itself for being broken.