Destiny Six

It is a year of six, I thought, staring from the edge of a dark highway up to an upside down moon.

Years of six have always been watershed years for me. These are years in which great and not so great decisions made in the previous five conspire together to form me into a new man with a new direction. I have never understood why this was so. I have just always accepted the inevitability of it, one of my few forms of faith, that in this year a destiny will be reached.

What is ahead, I wonder. Who will share with me, I reflect. What will change, I contemplate. Something will change and people will join me on the journey. I thank you now if it is you. I love my year of six. I love them for they are a manifest destiny on an unknown, uncharted journey.

And thank you for the past five years building to this year of six.

Dearth Evader

Confirmed absence

Is where I am

Checked out to check out

Who and what

The Do-Do doo doo

Will miss

This auld lang syne

Close is so far

Desires will ring

The newest of friends

The oldest of links

Crowds do abhor

The vacuous being

With acumen genesis

False starts the time

Again then again

Warmth has been found

Away and my home

Balance the balanced

Over then over

Germinate interest

Will grow from this seed

Foster and care

Veracity truths

And then dares

For want of the big life

I do

Aspershuns

Sir, come with us please sir

Huh, why

Sir, we don’t want to make trouble for you sir

I am sitting here, I am doing nothing

I demand to know why you want to remove me

Sir, we have been observing you for some time sir

You are doing precisely nothing sir

Your actions, rather your lack of actions

Are highly suspicious sir

You look uncomfortable sir

You look as if you do not fit in sir

You look agitated sir

Ah, so you have profiled me

We do not do profiling sir

And besides if we did you would not be a type we would profile sir

You are a white male

But you have profiled me gentlemen

And because I do not fit your version of normal

And because I am uncomfortable with these social situations

You have taken it upon yourselves to hassle me

Ergo you are profiling me

I do not fit your profile

We must ask you to leave sir

Fine

Emancipation

Woman I ran from you

Years ago

All your rage

The guise of your love

I sit here today

The man who took his freedom

On my terms

I never gave up on myself

You delivered to me

Over then over again

That stumbling loss of life

The boy doomed to failure

Because you willed it to be

And I never believed

Nor ever trusted you

Because only one can fail me

And now

I move on once again

Gravity

This state of being does not affect

My sense of station

Or satiation

Or need for satisfaction at all

To frustrate to this degree

Leaves one fully grounded

Pulled downwards to the earth

With this unbridled sense

All are walking over you

Oblivious to who you are

Or what you need

That is gravity I’m afraid

Suppressed and held

By a spin

And certainly the situation

One is found in

One can be so profoundly

Smitten that the impact

With the ground ceases to matter now

A break from the bonds

A float into the aura

To break the gravity of this condition

To express the art of humanity

On humane and essential mutual knowledge

Respect for you, respect from you

What more do we need then

But to satiate this thirst

Companions upon this quest

Different convergence

Respected divergence

Transgressions of this mind, soul, and body

Are simply realities enacted

To impact upon each other

This siren need of all

Laundry Encounter

I’ve seen you she said

An attempt at civility while crammed into the washer closet

And I you

My simple and civil reply

They really do not make these rooms for two

Do they she says

It really depends on which two, to, or too you refer

Numerically it is tight

To do, say laundry, then it is appropriate

Too also, say do laundry, then that too is also appropriate

Funny man

Does my laundry embarrass you?

No, of course not

I have in fact handled your garments before

While making room to do my own

Allow me to make an observation though

Your frilly under things

Really you should hang those to dry

Running them through the dryer will render them frayed

It is no matter she says

The only people to see them are me

Sadly

Well, and you, my laundry mate

You are the only man to touch my frilly things

As you call them

A funny term sir

A term to intimate the intimate

In a way to also (as in too) quell any embarrassments

I or you, as in we two, may suffer

Sir I will trust you to handle my frilly things

With the utmost decorum as a gentleman, no cur

Your trust is well founded

And now my work is done,

Good day madam

Good day sir

Suppressive

Can we just feel

What used to be there

And fall into it

Again and again

Feeling over

What remains to be there

Craves to be heard

We pushed to our core

Two minds all sensible

Placing that which is logical

Above all feeling

A shame really