I think 
this world 
now at
least is
trying our 
spirits begging 
us to 
generalize people 
putting them
into boxes
Don’t 
whilst people 
are complex
some with 
mischievous agendas 
people aren’t 
puzzle pieces 
that fit 
very well 
into predestined 
tidy holes 
and in
kindness it’s 
not who
they are 
that matters 
but you 

And each
bad dream
I have 
about you 
is but
one more 
tick towards 
your nothingness 
and soon
my night 
like my
day will 
be free
from you 
and finally 
I’ll rest

I don’t know 
how much much
is anymore or
lots how much 
is lots is
lots more much 
more than more 
or is more 
more than lots 
I know less
less is easy 
easier than little 
but more and 
much and lots 
I’ve no idea 
give me less
give me little 
those I know 
those I do 
all too well 

Some days 
these words
behave like 
obnoxious neighborhood 
children who 
walk on
the grass
of this 
old man 
their footprints 
seen but
never caught 
and that’s 
all I’ll
say lest
I get 
a reputation 

Some far off
voice some random 
text reminds me 
calls to me 
prompting a memory 
and then wonder
what and where
and when if
like a cup
of coffee knowing 
how it tastes 
but always looking 
forward to hold
and to sip
to taste and 
to simply enjoy 
and then boom
here we go 
down the path 
over the hill 
into the valley