Repeat Offender

Journey

Nothing about being hot cramped
Stuffed sausage in a United casing
Seems remotely about this love story on the little screen
I have to crane to see.

Coughing, coughed on

But it took me to thinking of love-
How unprepared I am, over-weighted, inadequate
Anne Lindbergh said something of love that sees another free
Especially of the "me".

Dropping the cup of cola on my shoes

I have that destination in mind
My desired trajectory
Not to you, but through you, to the places
Outside of the the limits of this sorry form stuck in chair

Flinging through stifling air.

A journey of knowing you
Traveled in my mind, considered watching this feature
Blasted through stringy headphones
I tie no string in love's name.

You need to fly free of my limited horizons.




Disreal, I Want To Hold Your Hand

It hurt.
Rejoining reality so soon
After a flight into fantasy

Like that fall that
Broke my kneecap
The day I left high school.

Inheriting a mother
Who was hearing a voice
Telling her my future was hers

Or the trip down the stairs
Damaging my spine
At just five.

Still when you gave
Me back my hand
It was really the first time.

It hurt too.
In a different way
The others closed a door

This shut off alternate reality
Where I crawl.
It hurt.


I had to feel it.