It’s all over,
But I don’t want,… “it.”
She keeps looking over at me,
Yet the instance
Does not seem to
Truly taunt me.
Beauty-struck eyes,
Perfectly dropped-cut shirt
With lace.
I’m sitting here
With no intention;
Her whole life
Encumbered by gawking men’s stares,
And all I can really laugh
To say is,
“Congratulations
About your face.”
The less in-depth
Train of thought
which plagued her upbringing
And paints her world-view
To present
Is the glass wall
That keeps me un-inclined
To ask her, “Who are you?”
The energy,
I am aware,
Draws her to look away
When I glance to see her stare.
Something about me,
She thinks she wants,
However, she has no clue
That my psyche is actually in rue
Of her eye lashes’
Flashes and taunts.
My whole life,
I have experienced this
Human draw,
This perfect attraction
To the unknown,
The seemingly found needle
Amongst the stack of straw.
She’ll never know who I “am;”
Because the reality sets not in,
For her,
So her whims speak silently
To the hand.
I wish at times
That I did sit in such a chair-
Higher than no man,
Bowing to no suitors,
The weak women
Don’t have the reasonable self-care.
The care of which I speak
Is the gathering of information,
The promptness of action,
The Knowing
That always was,
Always will be.
I have no higher status,
Nor have any interest
In some flowery vine
On my lattice.
Perfection can never be a practice.
After all,
To love deeply
Is to lose it all at times,
To have everything all at once
Sometimes.
To never love,
To never be loved,
Alone and solemn,
Always searching for “the one,”…
They all do this
At bars
As they pretend to be stars.
I see all this,
From the outside,
Looking in.
Not better than they,
However lonelier
Than their wants,
Needs and “hearts,”
could train-edly dismay.
To be the knower,
The sufferer,
To be Awake,…
The end of one search,
The beginning, contorted
by another end.
A red book of rye,
A wink of The Eye.
Shallow and meek.
Not interested in it at all.
Don’t want “it”.
The Holy Grail
Is but ideas and knowledge.
… the search, my Fellow Friend,
The search is what is fake.