I Should Live Inside

The intention of adolescence 

And it's love consequence

Always at risk of unraveling

Like the wasted opportunity

Of the perfect hour

And sticky, squeaky shoes

Echoing long past their power

Make it hard to sleep

Sometimes

"It's just perfect though

To have someone else's will.

A found puzzle piece, you know,

if you will...but even that can't save you."

We're cozy, no adverbs

Sitting with neglected silence

Until the sun comes up

Silently as it went

My shadow's worth wavers

And wonders where we're going next

"What a dangerous thing to do - 

How dangerous the crossroads

Of the head and heart,"

Silently

Anyway - or, anyways -

Answers saunter, as always

In no sensible way

But for pride

All Inclusive

I should know you better than that
After acres of summers spent
After a funny hospital
After all those interiors
Entering the miles ahead jumbled
More miles than actual
And you? Yes, I did take that deep breathe
We will be painted, I guess
Without any awkward fight
Rising above staying down
The amber finch
Stealthily whispers the future
Just louder than the silence
Of this poem
Unfortunately in some bird language
(Finch, likely)
And we continue, silent
Heaven is somewhere
Around here
With only the emotions available
(Or, all the emotions available-
Or, available to all emotions available-
Or, I really can't remember,
But maybe something about an all-inclusive
Cruise?)
Oh, never mind
It's just a finch
In my dreams recently
Wonder if I could be pardoned?
It's just a flutter
But so much can happen
"It's all relative"
"Yeah, nice fabric"
(Each note struck upon the peak
Of the thingy with the crustaceany
Beak of the ambery finch
Fired with the echoing intensity of
kindergarten, times two.)

Either Way

Was the rest just practice, or is this, or is it all?

Of course it could be, but I don't believe in the postiche paradox

I'll just roll my shoulders therapeutically and choose the first

"I've contacted The Department of Subconcious 

Bridge Maintencance and they're coming next Tuesday. 

I'll be properly unavailable for some time, but of course

I'll remind you when we get closer. Anyway. 

Is there something else on your mind? I'm not trying to be too

Forward, but I had bit of déjà vu earlier. Heart shaped clouds
Were being plumply pumped from the sugar factory right into
What seemed to be zippy winds straight from Norway.
You can't tell me that doesn't mean anything, but we can discuss
It later if you wish. I suppose that's what this meeting is all about,
After all."

Do you recall the most satisfying sentence you've ever read?
Historically - in ones life - that could be considered significant.
Either way, I hope this counts as an effort. "I assure you,
These memories aren't a dream."