& then

there are nights with life
long friends

work on a project
to watch a movie

reflect on high school
and keep going
for one more week

Making it easy

I shouldn't have to defend not wanting [to be with] someone.

Same that people don't have to defend wanting [craving?] a relationship

or even someone for a night. 

                  How is that so hard for people to understand?

Like a playground,

kids frolicking with balls and objectives,

    enjoying their game

and interaction. 

Note the girl in the shade,

near the building and hidden from windows, 

reading

and loving that adventure

with no one around. 

                                                                 Hopefully that's better

and okay. 

Who knows? Maybe it is all just detachment

[from being human] to engaging with strangers. 

"Books are better than other people anyway."

Huzzah for childhood fantasy memories and books of magic. 

Neverland

Degree came--
call me master
as I throw pizzas into an oven
and ask you to give me your location
                       so I can feed you
                       [after you pay]

Cross that off the life affirming/ death list

and then
meeting my artistic idol in less than a month
cross that off
                                 [note to self: be charismatic that day]

I did not mean for this to be about ends,
but somewhere in the middle,
wandering around without a full moon to see by
or moss to guide you.

I just hope I don't trip
or if I do, learning and more than just hurt and blood.

But for now, I'll pretend to be someone else
and play with dice
like a child, never wanting to grow up
though I desperately do,
yet trapped by magic and stubborn wishes.

Your last chance has arrived [mayhaps]

Funeral today.

Ending to a life--which is just silly how it all happened.
The ending, not the life.

For a man who joked about everything
wanting laughter in almost every moment in life
to have such a somber departing was the worst.

Don't stare at me, old lady, for laughing at some of the silliest arm motions he did all the time. 

Tears flowed, and people chained smoked
when they saw the open coffin
for a wrecked body.
                                                                 All the while, precious harp melodies tugged at your fragile heart.


So here,
take this:

I want people to laugh when I die. Endings are so depressing, and people shouldn't be sad.
                                                                        [I really just want to go on another adventure]

There should be awesome music to make people want to live
             because what's the point in dying if you don't enjoy life
                                or strike that
reverse it.

Personal space bubbles become nothing when tears are involved.
Is this hug to help me or you
or both of us
saying 'we're together'
for once.


                                                        Oh, connections.

Funerals for recognizing the dead and placing them as other,
raising them up
fully separates them from us. [At least, it is supposed to]

The unspoken last words to a puttied corpse, and we are supposed to move on
                  nothing to see here, folks.
But, even if you broke off a finger, carried it around your neck and whispered sweet nothings to it,
they wouldn't be back and you don't want to really do that. So take those few hours, say nothing to mean everything, and go back to living tomorrow.

Another beginning, however different this chapter is.

Maybe, I haven't been paying attention

Friday--
end of work-week, and this week
my manager died.
The one to give me a job--means of living
the first to invite me to hang out and be social outside of work--a reason to live.

Car wreck.
Dead on arrival.


They say it comes in threes

and grandpa was one in July
now this.

What's next?

And corporate keeps telling us it will all be okay

not for my co-worker/friend who was his best friend
who found Colin's car
saw his body bagged
                    like being dead is something to hide away

Don't want to imagine saying "That's my friend"
with their blood on the ground
and windshield.

Funeral should be soon,
and funerals are interesting. More on that later [promise]

Leave it all behind

Beginnings and ends
cyclical, informing one another.

It's nice
           yet so redundant, repeating these words over and over. People wanting to find happiness, convincing themselves it's real.
Needing reasons to stay.

What's getting to me
[this time]
is the seeming quest for connection. Like being solitary
without dates and games of that nature is abhorred.

Maybe it means I'm [slightly?] unnatural
to not want that for now
foreseeable future.

And it doesn't really matter.
Spinning.

It'd be okay
if we were dizzy
getting ill from colors blurring
landscapes fade
eyes slide
in the spinning.

                                                                              Even now, I'm not ill.
                                                                              Just sick of it.

Maybe the lack of spinning sickness
means I've learned
                           something.

Let me place my feet on the ground,
pick a time
beginning or end
and run.

Too long

I know this is nothing;
words leaking out into the ether of ethernet connection
as if it matters.

But,
just maybe,
line breaks and no response
helps.

Graduated graduate
with no realistic stars to shoot for
and laughing as I wait
for them to fall on me.
                          [Right now, I'd be okay if they crushed me]

Hello, new beginning
of nothing. No assignments to keep me telling weeks apart.


I'll try to pick this back up
as something to do
         while waiting around for people living lives to want to connect
to the void of me
with no conversation or engagement with the world.

It just keeps spinning, wasting time and oxygen.