Face It

The alarm
Fire!
Preoccupied I head outside
somehow alone in a crowded room
and no contest in the hall
...

down the stairs - oops - I saw her there

In this intention
corny poetry
I follow no longer in pain or agony
becoming lost in just my self to follow this muse
following becoming lost so far gone I'm found.

This is my turf
dancing like a dandy lion
isolation I revel in
a star in roll I watch her fit in again

Like a spider out here
my somach rumblin'
shiver me timber
pools staring into echoeing

a muse me
in east winds
because even out here
these tender feelings
like exploring unknown galaxies.