I
need someone to keep me wild.
To
remind me of the pleasure in smiling.
To
let my emotions seep to my pores,
My
eyes bewildered in excitement
During
my high of interaction
Or
wilted when my engagement level has reached its peak.
Keep
me wild.
Keep
me, me.
Or
else I will fall victim to my own
Imagination.
I
will encircle myself in a vision.
I
am pensive, not just in word but in action.
I
sweep the halls of a crowded schoolhouse.
My
eyes staring onward,
Not
catching a glance at my peers
Who
laugh and chat and bump
Fixated
on my path.
I
gaze out the window of a moving pickup,
Red
against the gray gloomy background
Of
dawn before a rainstorm.
Smell
of earth oozing from the ground.
My
countenance giving no hints
As
to whether there is any
Encephalic
activity,
Let
alone if I am truly feeling anything at all.
Artful.
This
vision in my head
It’s
appealing.
Like
in the depths of Romania.
But
remove the soulful romantic tension
From
the man we call Dracula.
Remember,
he is dry.
What
was once a man
Is
now just an enigma of passion.
Passion
for one entity
Can
consume an individual
And
easily be mistaken for
Passion
of another.
This
is a warning.
People
are not attracted to
Those
they cannot see.
And
this includes the attraction
Towards
yourself.
Take
away the characteristics
That
makes you concrete.
You
are just an abstraction.
Ungraspable
for human comprehension.
I
need someone to keep me wild.
My
sarcasm will slit the throat
Of
those who come in close contact.
Like
the tension of a boot on the gym floors,
Scuffs
that leave a mark
But
are easily erased.
I
wheeze when recounting the same
Joke
for the fiftieth time.
Why
did Waldo wear stripes?
He
didn’t want to be spotted.
My
eyebrows are tethered to the sky and lifted
My
teeth extended outward like a horse grazing
When
I see my passing test scores.
When
I see what is for lunch in the cafeteria.
When
I see my someone after a typical day.
I
punch through hard sobs to catch a breath
I
quiver and ball on a puffed cotton comforter
When
I see my favorite romance film.
When
I see my father go through a box of bottles.
When
I see my someone after a warful day.
I
need someone to keep me, me.
Before
I fall subject to the shadow
Of
my secret self of broken integrity.
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