How come

Thinking,
your blessings,
your eyes watching,
my mind drifting
away,
you moving,
giving,
me receiving,
staring,
expecting,
checking,
not thinking,
disappearing,
travelling,
my mind, for a while, blinking,
and, again, thinking
how come loving
is made so easy,
for once,
and desiring,
five minutes to keep writing
your name
in my feelings.

bullet proof...i wish i was

"Limb by limb and tooth by tooth
Tearing up inside of me.
Everyday, everyhour, wish that I was..
Was bullet proof

Wax me, mould me
Heat the pins and stab them in.
You have turned me into this, just wish that it..
Was bullet proof

So pay me money, and take a shot
Lead fill the hole in me.
I could burst a million bubbles, all surrogate..
& bullet proof (slowdown, slowdown, slowdown)
Bullet proof (slowdown, slowdown, slowdown)"

(Radiohead)

Every once in a while I get this exact funny feeling. Before wishing that, something runs deep, beneath the skin, and it hurts. Badly.

Shifted

There is a small spot
in this train of thought
where I could travel in time
with just one dime.

And I wish I could,
through a tiny dot
while sitting at night
watching as the light
attaches to your dress, white,
unique, in the empty parking lot.