Look My Way

Look my way on the sidewalk

And I will give you


My eyes are not open for business

And my soul is searching for something


Than your curiosity can quell.

We might share the same ground

But I don’t trouble myself with the world

You live in.

My abstract mind passively precipitates the future

In a series of inexpressible seconds

Rendering the body that happens to exist on Earth

A catatonic conduit

For the soul’s workings.

My senses awaken only

For the inexplicable natural beauty

That coincidentally coincides

With the otherworldly observations

Floating throughout my brain.

Talk to me

And I’ll respond with

Politely skeptical timidity.


And I was

Never there.


A Quasi-Poem

It can be like a phone cable put into an Ethernet jack


A queen bed with full sheets


Like a crinkle fry in the order of regular fries

A plantain amongst bananas


At its worst, like a Hummer in the compact spot

On occasion, it’s a Camry


Like a meter stick measuring out a football field


A vertical-striped Waldo


A trashed envelope for the grocery list

A towel as toilet paper

Viagra for hypertension


As harsh as 1x instead of 4G

As subtle as affect versus effect

But when we’re lucky, it’s the difference between mostly sunny and partly cloudy.