shadows perplex me

more than I do myself

I have an idea; it’s not too far away

perhaps right next to me

not far off or far out

or overtly esoteric, I mean

it just doesn’t present

any material to recite

or supply paper to write upon

it’s just there playing within my head

so I leave it alone

hopefully, it won’t annoy me anymore

something I often regret doing

is to neglect to resemble

what I am grappling with

I dodge the creative pleasantries

and loopholes of forked roads,

presented as too complex to fondle

but a pleasure to skip about

I’m directing misdirected traffic

while bordering on a sign

no one will hear or see

an invisible curve continues to blind me

with its spectacular form

it stages thoroughfares

through the misty scenery of life and death

so the play can be performed colorfully

so much mystery is forgotten

when the thrill of death departs

so many secrets are remembered

when you come a second

or even third time

dusty selves cover my blueprint,

as well as the steps to heaven

where life is impregnated

to entomb itself

so it can decay

and reconvene into something different

I blow earth off trees limbs

as I run across murky woods

toward a clearing in the leaves

I wonder about the oasis

and the return of the absent immortal

I live in a world where the chosen

give pleasure to strangers

in the most skillful ways

even if it’s a just a quick peek orgasmic release

I heat up in the maze of anxious thoughts

within the milky haze of wayward dreams

as long as I function, i grow,

ageless from discovery