Shoegazing

I didn’t come here to write it’s just the blank page incites; I compete with its emptiness. Words on the rocks, advice on ice, please don’t make me a drink. Hippie love in, some were trolling for men, I was just ten, back then, believing in the perfect woman, not knowing then that Hope Sandoval had already been born. She hangs brightly? Clings too tightly; yeah I know I’m suppose to tell her what she wants to hear, men seek to endear in order to possess, I guess I am less than a man because I regress into the fetal with daydreams of moonlit sandy beaches where she reaches and just holds me.

 If I’m relevant will there be love?

         Which one is the hand towel and which one is just for show? I need to know so you can bestow approval. I’m always in danger of removal, but is the threat real? I file an appeal but the gavel grates and I abate, the law does not apply to the lie. Lady Justice isn’t blind, the material around her eyes is meant to remove personal perception, but in the end it is all deception; the great cosmic joke, chant but nothing will be invoked because it doesn’t exist. Wish you may and wish you might on sandy beaches I alight and find myself alone. I should end this here, dog without a bone, that is why they are man’s best friend cause we take that which you give us and bury it deep so no one else can take the only thing that really matters to us. It’s not the bone it is the fact that you gave and I can save all the formulas for those less fortunate than I. Waves wait for me to dive and drown, end this sound that when I’m around everyone is less fortunate but I am bent and broken by words unspoken I strive to be the seed of what you need while what I need is to be me with me being acceptable to your perceive and of course that can never be because who would ever conceive of me.

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