Union and 5th

you are the stray pubic hair stuck to the urinal cake,

you are stranger that bothers to mutter through the silence of the train.

If it's okay just wander without taking break,

I just afraid that this stranger not a stalker in wait.

It's just an answer I could go without.. 

morning of feb 4th.

Doors hang off hinges
swing
creek
and rest in another position,
while the wind gust tunnels down this side street to escape,
the administration of caffeine to this docile evaluation of my emotions
is just like lying in bed damning it all that your awake,
my feet dangle useless off the edge of the bed
my muscles tighten like they have been used a much as they could,
the light cast a rectangle on the wall through the window
and that seems a lot more important than how I'm feeling,
If for a moment
i took in the to do lists I've got in front of me
I'd roll over in my comforter grave,
In the best interest
of myself and connected people
I think it's best that in this bed, I remain.
If our brains were to work as the birds' brains work maybe we could get done each task without delay,
but alas I've got distractions and so many delightful attachments that my bird brain can be entertained day after day.