I remember Chicago
Who told me the pitch of my forehead to the plane of my feet was quite perfect
I, out of all the millions
You told me, was steel more strong than the skyscrapers I surrounded myself with
I believed and became
For I trusted you, and still do -you’d seen it all, and overcame, too
Oh, there is the great likelihood fun would become us!
We’d get along famously and fall into friendship, the depths of which….
Do you fear we’d find fault, and in a flash, some short fuse blows?
I don’t….
I figure we’d flirt with life, day in, day out, as Fourth of July fireworks.
A Grand Finale ad infinitum….
The fact of us, fostering the good fortune of our hearts feeling again.
It’s been forever….
I fear the night knows I slink at its entrance, cowering quietly in its presence
I vacillate between prayer and submission, hysteria and acquiescence
I sleep fitfully, sporadically, the night sky screaming at me
I awake thirsting and alone, wanting back more than lost sleep
You’re not the tea type, to me. Ancient you aren’t.
You think you are. But I think you’re raspberry hot chocolate.
Take this endless cup. With my reckless invitation.
Delve. Repair into the wild, earthen past and the rich insanity ahead.
We, hot chocolates in hand, casting our cares. Setting a spell.
I wonder if my eyes weren’t broke
Had they not spent their last red cent
Denying warning flags and the like
What would I see instead of circles
Sad, red circles, dark cycles
Looking like pendulums and roller coasters
Would I see I’ve chased my tail
Someone else’s short-sighted plans
And not at all my own red heart
Disappearing words
Neither written, whispered nor
Engraved on my heart
What is it I want?
Lightning from your fingertips
Baseball talk with you
You were spoiling me, delivering the morning news to my doorstep
Changing headlines to all that I needed to read, nothing less
You were educating me, either that or reprogramming my heart
Carrying its weight for free, lightening the burden of beating again
You were reminding me of me, the me I was and am and cannot never be
Speaking life into an atrophied smile, why’d you die?
Disallowed to feel; love or lust or hope or trust, this is how I feel.
Discouraged to want; kindness, presence, endless laughter, this is what I want.
Disinclined to think; hope is dead, no heart, all head, that’s no way to think. 
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