I have never 
really been ever
whatever it was
that people wanted 
me to be 
and now it
seems that I 
have taken on
a new patina 
one of which 
is frequently called 
I don’t care 

It’s interesting how 
I know now
that when anxious 
and wholly uncertain 
I reach unaware 
of my clutch 
and that I 
like male apes
beat my breast 
making me bigger 
than I am 
simply to attract 
it’s never been 
I’m finding now 
about ones promise 
of what might 
but only about 
what one will 

The sky has dipped 
its plump thumb into 
the buttery crust of
the mountains and the 
blueberry filling now oozes
upwards like an eruption 
painting all things above 
in pale sweet blue 
and I and you 
are grabbing our forks
to take a taste 
of this dawn dessert 
before it’s all gone 

The pursuit of peace 
is akin to the 
pursuit of love for 
both shy away from 
attention but rather come
we think don’t we
that whatever it is 
that we want we
should get or find 
but peace and love 
those two only show
when one isn’t looking 

Let me describe 
tonight’s evening sky
imagine if you 
will a popsicle 
of cherry at
the bottom with 
a blueberry middle 
and topped by
the darkest chocolate 
behind a glass 
counter teasing tastebuds 
and your imagination 
oops and gosh
darn it went 
to someone else