There Is Nothing Like
This In The World

The faces seem painted again,
Clothes and all…well..
Adjusted and waiting.

A timeshare vacation
in an outpatient clinic,

Seek out ultimate sin in Sinless City.
Or go away quietly.
There is nothing left for you
Where the flat-lands meet the mountains.

It began not so innocently
with voyeuristic tendencies.

Cocteau Twins ,
Kandi Kane & vodka,

Blue Flame at its edges.

Blue. My favorite color;

My favorite music.

They emanate from big beautiful brown eyes.
Innocent eyes that have seen too much,
and want answers. Eyes that beg to relax during sleep.
He has my eyes.

I watch the fluid motion of
calamari dipped in marinara
and remember when
others watched
his every move too,
for many reasons.

…unheard sound of stitches ripping
offered another shot
at the same old thing…