This punctuated punch pulling that leads to self expression is like a snake eating it's own tail some nights. It's like we're fogging the glass with our own breathe fumbling descriptions through a locked glass door but the only key is too see the other clearly.

Dandelion

Dandelion ear head on hills plastic lined trees spin the compass around pink stained optical talk circles still smiling. Breathe sigh like and moving out with a head on the hills and an ear made of flowers the long staring contest with night fades into morning.

Cross Room eye catcher

Cross room eye catcher your turn to stare and pretend not to notice smoldering
Cat corner an old friend from more brave days we grew and shrank
Ten years passed and the mattered matters less still sentimental romantic streaks of fresh blonde hair
Then it was Autumn leaves falling a bright lightning yellow flash on the periphery
One glance away and the trees are green twists and changes
Still counting every branch and drop of sweet sap and every coloured leaf

Cement step melancholy

The shy burn of a cigarette haze out clutters the gentle trickle of a fountain. The smell of California pine trees harkens to times of trying to hide in piles of leaves and playing with the family dog. The sun used to burn such a hot halo around my summer jubilation as I walked miles to the country store with my yard work money in hand to buy cheap candy and drink cola in the shade of an apple grove. Now it is summer in the bay and the wind carries away the heat as I sip sparkling water and eat fruit under the shade of a cellphone tower.