just spent a week at home.
it was nice.
thanksgiving stuff.

i think.

the game engages.
i don't want to win,
because i don't want the end.

its fun until the harvest.
"tag".
timing is everything,
i release my grin.

My voice has a quiver.
A quiver is where you keep arrows until you shoot them.
--Jim Carroll, "The Child Within"

i know but i dont.
but is this too my advatange of theirs?

so hetero.
i get stuck. i need to be me, but i want something else to cling onto. or just something that makes me feel like i am doing something even though i'm not: social security. but, whatever. i mean people typically equate to learning and i say that i am into that. but effort. i mean effort. effort is hard to gauge when i am looking for an ending that i cant describe. maybe its that i just cant wait. i don't know.

hmm. school. life. learning.
Sometimes I wish I was a better student, because eventually that would lead me to that height of intelligence that I currently want. Sometime I just float too much. With finite time I want infinite knowledge.

today was a yin-yang.

I stand erect.
Will you make me bend?
I don't know.

Going to go forward,
Let's hope you have an excuse.

Fade to green, your compliment.
Either way is full of lament.
Spring loaded step.
Thoughts hide why I wept.

Illuminate the rust.
Its only me I can trust.

inhale.
lie awake.
think.
exhale.

let's not begin.
hide your grin.

If we're risk averse,
our lives can't help but be terse.

I venture past the reference.
I am still waiting for you to finish the sentence.

There is going to be an asking,
funny how we need to mask it.

forefinger and foreclosure,
why wait until you're sure?

I just want to be forthright.