The steam had a lunging smell
I felt the urge coming from my throat
to touch the hot humid breath
Yes there would be tea soon
Heated water would bath the little bag
I would wear a silly grin
Today it was tea for one
Tomorrow tea for two or even three
With the kind of steam I go giddy for
But today the steam is under control
The water is boiling and talking about itself
I listen I let it's voice announce the morning
Soon clarity of the day fill the kitchen
The kettle boils for just one person
I observed the little fella as i passed
Long narrow lettucy leaves up up up
Proud yellow button emoji pretty
Centimeters from the boot of a bus patron
I watched it harvest it's microseconds of attention
Walkers avoiding flattening it
I followed the crooked crack it grew out of
I couldn't see the taproot steadying it
I could just feel that tiny glow of pride
it's tiny attempt to bring the bee inward
The orgasm of pollination consumated
A sassy sorted and seasoned seed head
I put my finger up imagining the wind
taking those tiny parachutes
Once again I have been called to demolish myself
Must I destroy myself for stability
So I take the axe to desires
I become the arsonist of a luxury apartment
One I built inside my heart
The burnt out area speaks through smoke and carbon
Rebuild me it shouts, rebuild me
Another fire lights up
Driving me into the future
Burning an unseen fuel
Hammers and mallets that shake my reality
Once again fallen walls and debris
I must do away with it all again
start all over from the fine strings
The ones holding my entity up all day
Smell of reshly brewed beer
with hints of coffee and pungent odor
The stench of rotting fruit
You see the fruit itself ripe edible
The part that rots into the surface
You see things rise out of it
seedlings fungus, worms and insects
fertility in the blackness
feeding trees giving them denser greener foliage
The branches thicken
overground roots form runes and sigils
Criscrossing and forming their own alphabet
The chorus of the canopy descends to the ear
Begging for more rain even after the deluges
Each shower visits like cousins obsessed
Their baggage in floods and new lakes
I didn't clock the game
there's no missing piece of my life
I have no tangible information
There is nothing to invent
I am not a stalker
I am not just a lost spirit
People build alternate universe cosplay
I am not a medievil King presiding
What life is missing is
a big soap opera with just the dose of drama
replacing the grocery list with romantic emotional destiny
The brain building a whole new life around it
A multidimensional don juan
No a simple man with unrealistic fantasies
Not from another amazing life
Just from my imagination
Mentally ignoring my life
Replacing it with a warm unrealistic dream
Brain chemistry holding me in mental hostage
A fanfiction inside the lining of the brain
Accept the dormance
Furnish patience
the length of a life
Of a century
a decade, a year, a season
chaos fuel
morality's order
Smooth tides in me
over the rippling beach
pour into the year
It's raining money
deep strength
hypervitality
I accept the activity
new soil requires compost
heating under layers
condensing back into mineral
That I must reuse to build
To grow and never die
To celebrate in breath
In food
In love
In movement
New stew tank
Give me that healthy food
A thousand bowls for ten
A big nest with space for all of them
Everyday is a birthday
something was born
Now it exists and passes it's original date
Every day can be read like a book
Sky grit is the stuff I need right now
No convincing or insisting
It pours like wet cement
Then dries into reality's concrete
The windows look down wink at me
calling me up in this lifetime
It's quite an exciting house
A place of pure peace
Ham is perhaps one of the main commodities
It comes from the leg which is vital
It mainly comes from wholesomeness
Mowing slices to consume until retirement
An olive branch floats
Between the gritty sky
And wholesome ham
somehow wealth bursts out
