Why it is so Hard to Meet People;

I think you might be hiding just like me

Wrapped up in an onslaught of thinking too much

Being personal and intimate insulated jargon of intellectualized insulation

Artistic and universal pull of time stitched into meandered patterns

Repeating in months and days dotted with obligation

Good soldier professionalism to commitments and outer-rim projections

To get this done on this pace, but for the most part

Day dreaming ghost-faced puff-headed waltz

Only-asking moments, engaging from time-to-time

In piecing that veil to be with all types of people on occasion

But no one too-much, that propensity to be present and not present

In the clover fields of other people seeing you, but you’re not there

There but not there scattered in between the meditations of the sky-fall

Ceiling to floor glances about rotating vortexes of color and Kandinsky squares

Rocking lines swallowing sunsets and guitar cases strumming hours

Until the brain swells and commands the factory to shut-down

To be owned as a vehicle in the moments where time is chauffer

Driving the object a head abides whether we are choosing to is up for debate

Here stubborn-blood and stowed skin, how to behave in the hours given

The year and the worry of the old years and the old phrases

That make a heart just shiver and compact itself into a stow-away

Truck-box in-route to Cincinnati or Phoenix or rising in an icy-desert

Brambling through swamp-grass and coffee full of tears and wondering

If there will ever be someone to share this cup with before the check comes

The sign off the tip for the great big adventure, if one had known

If one could have avoided all those pothole distractions clunking up chalk-teeth speech

Wasted days saying the something-else that fills up pots of regret-suds

Soaking the debris and the fall-apart entrails

Not so much worried about what it/I look like

Just walking, being, breathing, the stillness in the motion, the acknowledgment

Of what one is, the great-big-bite

Kind of if you think about it; everything else tends to fade silly-like

Compared to that;