time walk

the car.
the night.
the moon.

too soon.
too fast.

to slow,
then.

back &
forth, tho,
time in four
quarters, four
corners, double
time, with a beat.

eternal emotional
moments brought
forth from the past
with a movement
in the mind not
unlike the stroke
of a brush or the
turn of a word, a
note or two of
music maybe
too. gatekeeper
of the wall around
the moat before you
get to the minefields
protecting these
thoughts.

caught.
bought.
distraught.

this drought.

this reign of
solitude that
rings in my
brain. my
one-brane.

small smile.

out there.
in here.

time moves
differently -
sliding forward
or coming to a
stop.

king of the ob-
vious still so
oblivious, so
the oblong n-
ature of his
soul at the
aperture of
the midway
point (ed)
discussion.

an obstruction
blocking one
view opens
another.

excursions
to earth
costly
for the
astro-
poet,
easily
a dreamer,
not so easily
a doer in the
intense gravity
on the surface of
the real world.

new music
arrives - past
songs attach
themselves
to emotional
states of mind
at the time and
all time is a string,
unraveled or looped
together it binds us for
now. or frees us to be
uniquely alive on the
planet.

friday evening falls.
taking stock and
time to breathe
in the mind in
words and
w/out words
and the blurs
and the colors
and the swirls
and the laughter
that thunders just
out of reach, out of
range. at home on
the... multi-layered
thoughts like time,
like that one time,
or that other time,
or this one time,
and getting lost
time walking in-
stead of ...

lost in the moment,
lost amidst a sea of
words to be plucked
and posted in order
on the page for an-
other mind to see
and maybe even
read - honestly.

adjusting your
time schedule
is perhaps even
more difficult than
adjusting your sleep
schedule once it's out
of whack and that is
something that has
an effect on your
sense of time
(and, hence,
space) if you
think about it
(too much)...

the touch.

the rush.

a pseudo
mind reader,
i make up lives
and worlds to pass
the time. meanwhile,
i strive to take what i
learn in here, during
a time walkabout so
to speak to adjust
toward the dream,
(of changing things)
on the outside in the
real world. reeling at
the world sometimes,
feeling so out of place
i need to escape here
to take stock of the fact
i'm different perhaps than
a lot of others roaming the
planet. still necessary, though,
my style, my show, my sight of the
world, my way of seeing things, my
way of feeling things, of experiencing
them - of spelling them - of spinning
them, reveling or revealing in them -
these moments in time, all these
moments of mine try to exist all
at once sometimes and it's
overwhelming -

to take stock,
though, to let
it seep out to
see light of day,
to try to see this
new path, this
new way as
the right way,
to use my
creative
abilities
for helping
create a business
from the ground up with
nothing - missing parts and
a 'bucket of bolts' mentality...

in the world i
exist. in my
world i am.