connected
by hidden cables,
attached at
the stem,
blended until there’s no
us vs. them.
Author: grumpygorman
parade me before your
judgments,
let not reactions
hinder my
poise,
and
may the tune
of embracing acceptance
mask outer
noise.
stepped outside
the lines
to find nothing looked
like i’d assumed,
then scanned the backdrop
to see i was still
trapped,
only in different
room.
to discover myself
here with
you
is to find the key to a
home i once
knew.
synthesizers
soothe..
me into feather
mood,
so drive this beat right
down the road–
where you wait
at lover’s
bend
like music’s always
been my best
friend.
dashboard secrets
too flush to
chest
and fresh air won’t
find me
where the dust
rests,
finger smudges on glove
compartments
scrubbed away with
regret.
deliver hope
on gentler tongue,
to ears in need
of nurture,
to souls in fear
of futures
yet to be etched
in sky.
crowded
and consumed,
the only light out
in this strobe
room,
dizzied by every
dancer’s
frenzy–
in envy of the way
way they hold
a smile
while twirling
into dark.
Gibberish?
i know, i know
i don’t..
think you’re made
of glue to
who?
i’ll show, it’s no go
if you don’t..
i won’t know it
was really
you.
both ends of a
connection
ringing..
in empty lobbies
as poles
shift-
time zones
merge
into same moment
finds us
here.
hands in the garden 
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