mismanagement

the sticky sweet curtain of predictable stages has been drawn


plodding empty headed to and from dusty corners
eager traffic kicked up a suffocating cloud


unable to find myself in its figuring
I cough out in protest to clear the pathway


visibility has altered all


the mechanism lays deep within
and its quality is mirrored in the dissonance
of your breath
deep fried in the oily soup of everyday's everyday


the heat and the haze
covers your heads, hands, and tongue


unobservant to the reaction
of the constrained


you float in future scenario
with blinders
and I
weighted by ubiquitous plots
seek to find a means to drop the build


be still and know
desire of the common route
requires the dissolution of individual essence


the cherished bits
found amongst the crescendos
of times and people
are not acknowledged in your method


malleable will never be synonymous
I do not belong to
or wish to be made part of
the broad and average


eliminate expectations
out of the time we spend


it requires more than management
open yourself
to see outside of yourself
maybe then
you will see me

corroded diving board

Here we are dear soul

standing on the precipice of uncertainty

loading each other with sweet puffy plumes of smoke

blinded to the thing we approach

this subtle shift in forgetting what we’ve tripped and slipped on

becomes a lotus eater's ease

I fear the serenity I sense to be all 1’s and 0’s in overload

I hear the ingrained manner

speech weighted with expectation

echoes of detrimental ideals

linger in your quips

loom out of your ever unaware bombardment

Both slicked with immediate experience of Being too soon

to figure what that actually should consist of for each alone

I can still feel the oil from your cheek

coating my dehydrated lips

thick and palliative

initially it jarred

I was in the superficial

when that curdled up

Days past now

and I settle in thoughts of instigating a retreat from the plank

to grab your hand and calmly turn from the immediacy

Yes, the ease of your temperament

gentle touch and

soft spoken words

All salves to my sore and inhibited heart

Yet, there are ways to figure into the useful

Jumping is not one