CVII

how could i not have seen it?

i see it now only a bit clearer.

Its the same colour, only slightly different

shape. cooler and streamlined.

taking its place among the stones.

short, short haired and pretty

just like the formula dictates.

happy, slightly peppy, and full of

a bit of vinegar. wow.

also true to the formula

the 'L' word followed, save

save for an unexpected extension

of time between events.

Like the others before.

so predictable.

kicking stones and skipping stones,

a series of stepping stones to

another level of the same old

run- down inner city park.

hold your head like it's

the cutest little masterpiece out there.

a play on light

and you're even cuter naked.

a play on words and you're less than nothing.

the way your body moves when disoriented.

the way your eyes catch fire when angry.

the way. the path. the road traveled all too often

without end. why isn't the loop foreseen?

drag on. dragging.

dragging me on and on and on

and off. and on when you feel ok with it.

holding me in limbo

with your mood swings and your

pseudoscientific explanations.