more zoetry
I wish the albotross would inch closer to me as I sit on the ledge.
Fumbling my way through today,
after hours up with little sleep.
The kind of awake that rolls down with a mocha and
pancakes.
I wish the falcon would come down from the trees and wrap his wing expanse around me.
He is startled by the sun beating down on his feathers.
What happens when you are left to do nothing.
ego's, mindtrips, subtle and massive amounts of masculinity, genitalia, colors raging.
When the real you finds no representation or place in the picture and no or few outside forces call you back into the fold.
You wait, you listen, you speak in radical tongues
but the line is busy and no one can get through to you.
Fumbling my way through today,
after hours up with little sleep.
The kind of awake that rolls down with a mocha and
pancakes.
I wish the falcon would come down from the trees and wrap his wing expanse around me.
He is startled by the sun beating down on his feathers.
What happens when you are left to do nothing.
ego's, mindtrips, subtle and massive amounts of masculinity, genitalia, colors raging.
When the real you finds no representation or place in the picture and no or few outside forces call you back into the fold.
You wait, you listen, you speak in radical tongues
but the line is busy and no one can get through to you.