My items are way out-dated.
 
.
 

 
I'm starting to find I've forgotten
what people really look like
inside or out
and the shades of gray
I once had mapped & marked so well
are beginning to blanket everything
 
now it seems that in this somewhat sunset
settling down in premature dusk
sleep the seeds I'd hoped to sow
(and tell)
'til time ticks sense
or someone else says otherwise
 
so I've started scribbling secret lists:
stop searching the souls of strangers
keep conscious of conversation
eyes always up
smile wide open
take notice not note no one noticing
 
this is what takes place
on blacktop
in thin skin
under standing situations
 

 
.

you're blessed with bliss
our reverse confidence
paid such a deficit
of attention
 
and oh the conversation!
 
constantly creating
these needs
this bed
the tiny little pills
placed in mouths
replacing...
 
an exclamation of trust
your mother's bad dreams
dreamt active
avoiding attention
 
we are:
 
at all costs
behind backs
handed intentions
 
I turned this phrase
for the fun of it
but she sat smiling
at
something else
entirely