Are you scared to read me?
To undress me with your
e
y
e
s
with each word
your brain scans,
slowly pinching your
f
i
numb
g
e
r
in between your
t
e
electric
t
h,
kneecaps clinched but
h
e
always
r
t
open?
.
(Life gets harder – the up,)
(down, and lefts of right)
.
Are you nervous about
j
u
d
gradually
i
n
g
me,
sentence by
e
n
t
e
n
c
e,
as you
b
u
ravage
n
a hole through me
with silent, coarse,
j
a
g
goading
e
d thoughts
and finger slides!
.
(like fresh, smelly asphalt)
(being steamrolled by time,)
.
What are you
s
c
about?
r
e
d
of and why?
.
(trampled by nature,)
(weather-beaten by elements,)
.
What makes you so
n
e
r
vulnerable?
o
u
serious?
.
(abused by people,)
(searched by strangers,)
.
What is there to
u
n
deny?
e
resist?
s
t
attack?
n
d
, or not,
when it comes to
me
e
and
n
d
you
o
u
and
n
d
what
e
share here,
not by
a
c
chance…
i
d
e
n
t
but
y
design?
.
(explored by lovers,)
(consumed by addicts,)
.
Why make an
e
a
s
y
thing
d
i
flash
forward
i
c
u
l
t
when everything can
or could be so
s
i
maybe?
p
l
e?
.
(adored by true artisans,)
(revered by no one,)
.
I thought I was
L
o
s
infer
n
g
my mind, but
maybe
but, mind my
L
o
s
imply
n
g
was I thought I?
.
(until nothing remains)
(and all is finally lost,)
.
This is not a
h
one-time
a
x
or a
j
one-time
k
e
even though
we could all use a
s
m
one-time
k
e
or a
c
one-time
a
x
from
time to
i
m
e,
from a
perfectly placed
e
r
soul
o
n
and be able to lay
our head on their
s
h
o
uncovered
lap
d
e
r
without feeling guilty.
.
(like poor man’s crumbs,)
(a homeless man’s shoes,)
.
If no man knows
w
h
I
c
h
way the
i
n
d
blows,
when will the right man
s
t
o
p
and
watch to see
h
i
c
h
way her hair blows in that same
i
n
d
so he might
f
i
n
direction if there is any to
i
s
c
openly.
v
e
r?
.
(a loose woman’s dedication,)
(a sly man’s body language,)
.
Some people
b
e
lies
i
e
v
e
in pure, blind
l
u
c
k
never knowing that
s
o
mysterious
e
t
h
i
n
grander,
with purpose, was
a
t
challenging
h
i
n
g them
since the day they
w
e
re born, guiding them
w
i
t
h
shaky but firm hands.
.
(a drunk man’s wisdom,)
(a perfect woman’s flaw,)
.
S
o
m
e
body
once told me
that I
o
o
k
their breath away
and that
u
n
nerved me
b
e
c
a
understandable
s
e I
wanted to
give more
o
x
y
generously
e
n
than I took away and
b
e
cause I
honestly
c
a
realistically
e
d
more than I probably should have,
no offense or
f
a
u
l
to you or anyone else who is
r
e
a
dissecting
ingesting
n
g
this scattered passage.
.
(everyones imperfect perfection,)
(time always ticking, never stopping.)
.
Never mistake
e
r
v
e
for its counterpart,
n
a
ignorance
v
i
t
y
because, once you do,
p
a
solitude
saftey
i
o
n
will slowly turn into
p
l
e
a
selfishness
u
r
e,
and, like always,
you start to lose
o
u
r
self when you were supposed to find
y
o
u
r
self while learning to love the
y
o
u
that makes
y
o
u o y.
.
(Words, the language of lovers,)
(the alchemy of gifted writers who)
.
Do you see the
w
o
r
d
s
that are
h
e
r
e,
as well as the
o
n
e
s
that are not
s
u
perfectly
placed
o
s
e
to be?
.
(take time to combine and craft)
(sense from the nonsense)
.
You
o
u
see what
you
o
u
want to
s
e
e!
.
(or vice se versa, while living)
(constantly on a lonely, blank page,)
.
You
o
u
read what
you
o
u
want to
r
e
a
d!
.
(filling our thirsty pens with)
(blood, tears, and tiredness,)
.
Why
h
y
are
r
e
you
o
u
still
t
i
l
l
here
e
r
e
if you
feel the
e
e
l
illicit
n
g
s
that you consume
as you let my
words
a
s
h
away your tired
composure
with my
t
h
i
never-ending
k
implicit
n
g?
.
(breathing between the spaces,)
(resting after the punctuation,)
.
Is
t
the
words,
or
is
t
me?
.
(wondering if there is anywhere)
(else to go that we haven’t been.)
.
B
e
thinking
t
e
r
yet!
.
(A lonesome journey.)
(A worthy cause.)
.
Is
t
an equally
m
y
s
t
e
rigid
inceptual
o
u
s
combination of both
of
those
h
i
n
g
s?
.
(Constantly being driven over,)
(sometimes never noticed until)
.
You
o
u
tell
e
l
l
me
e!
.
(a rut finally appears in the freshness,)
(you trying your best to dodge it.)
.
Did
i
d
you
o
u
find
i
n
d
all the words,
or did they
f
i
n
d
you and
o
u
r
eyes like a hidden
glyph on a
d
a
r
k
cave wall?
.
(A blessing to know words so well,)
(a curse they know you likewise.)
.
Answers
l
w
a
y
seem
to exist where
we
a
n
to see
h
e
m,
our perception changing
v
e
r
time until our
i
r
e
d
eyes are bored of
l
o
o
keenly
i
n
g
for them,
so we start
i
g
n
o
repetitively
i
n
g
them until
h
e
day approaches
when we realize it
a
s
n’
the
words we
e
r
e
looking for
but a
e
t
t
e
r
voice to speak with.
.
(Each letter, perfectly placed there)
(by me, for you, for us to enjoy.)
.
Instead of
o
u
t
d
o
i
n
g
yourself,
how about you
u
n
d
o
yourself and who
o
u o y
were always meant
to be!
.
(The tickings of keys sounding)
(like the tockings of a clock.)
.
Crosswords
r
o
swords
s
words
o
r
d
swoon both
me
e
and
you
o
until the
lovers
i
f
e
is no more!
.
(The second hand being)
(the strings of our heart.)
.
Going to the edge and back, one word at a time!
Vernon Herring
* * * * * * * * * *
Personal Playlist Jam below – Enjoy!
And when you see yourself in a crowded room
Do your fingers itch, are you pistol-whipped?
Will you step in line or release the glitch?
Do you think she’ll sleep with the panic?
I’m waiting and fading and floating away
Waiting and fading and floating away
Waiting and fading and floating away
Waiting and fading and floating
* * * * * * * * * *
Asphalt being steamrolled by time.
Nice. 🙂
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