Flipped feet hit the muddied dirt of construction ground
Where houses stood and buildings prospered
Reclaimed by the School maw mouth across the way
Forcing itself to be bigger better more unique
To attract far away student
Local busy bodies and those who think themselves better
Than the strange mundane madness that is the individual
Last semester the big silence before the final drop of adulthood
Like drowning in air too thick with newness
Fresh blood and change
Suddenly I feel old.

It clicked like a hollow snap
Of a twig under foot or the brisk flick of a lighted switch
Eyes locked and brains synced
Like a breath long held
It fell out of the mouth in a hurried exclamation
I could be you friend in a tantalizing heart beat
The subtle yang you'd be to my yin
I'd want more than I should
Your mind a wicked wilderness of meaning and theory
Tempting me to adventure

Creaking twisting wheel well rythms
Fill in the rushed calamity
Where hurried voices and clanking carts
Run the busy bustle of last minute shopping
That time of year the headways the holiday season
Where workers are hit with pig skins and disdain
And college students say goodbye to mommy again

Sometimes I stay out of reach
Just beyond the confines of the real world
Lost in a dreamscape
I spectate from my gilded tower
All the troubles of the 'real world'
The cold world
The less bold world
Where deception lies its bitter taste across the tounqe
And everything is usually what it seems

Wheres the adventure!
That spice of life tempered with genuine honesty!
In books
In my head
In my heart
No the 'real world' is more two dimensional than i thought

Night is day in this round about week
When sleeping masks and tight curtained windows block out the sun
Night shift
Ironic jeans and t-shirt
Feet still eating up the newly waxed floor
Moving and shuffling heavy odious loads
In the creep quiet of the consumer skeleton
When a whisper a drop of a pin is too loud.
From between the ribs of corperate beast

The sweet heat washes down trembling limbs
Drenching in warm sweat
Trailing its languid touch down the face
Arms and finger tips
Dripping along the spine
Between the chest and across the hair of the scalp
Collecting on eyelashes and lips
Huffing in exertion
Choking on humidity

Can't I not be human
Can I not dress myself, bathe myself, feed myself
And more?
So what right do you have to treat me like a child
Who doesn't believe actions have consequence?
I'm sick of your judgement
When the only one that matters is my own
Its the 21st ******* century!