the speck of light to which i wander

in your eyes I find none other than a mistle toe
an infinitesimal speck of light to which I wander
and step by step on my lips
i feel the way around to get straight to you
each centimeter closer on the corners of my mouth
and as I hit a road sign right there in the middle of it all
i realize you’re upside down
flip you over and start from scratch

the road is short but full of prickles and surprises
i lose track of my direction and every so often
the weight of the air confuses me

then before I know it, ive found you
the lips ive walked on all this way begin to tremble
my heist is over and as I take from you
the final flutter of your lids I give you back your silence

the hairs behind your neck are quiet and everything is dark
from that second to the next
it all seems disenchanted

Something I stumbled upon...

http://www.photoshelter.com/c/amivitale/gallery-list

toes.

You lay there naked
Always naked as if though your on some nudist colony
Lugging around like you’ve got nothing goin’ for you
Always where im standing, wiggling around
I don’t even notice when you start and when you stop
Quite frankly I don’t pay any attention to you
You are near useless
Perhaps the fact that I did not evolve fully
From monkey to human
Has led you to believe its okay to just
“hang” on to me like this
in any case
this is probably
one of the only times ill ever address you in first person
like I said your near useless

A minute past five and im sitting on my bike
A montage waiting to be dissembled
Head first into mount Rushmore
Plunging in the grave
Pounding on the asphalt
Disaster
Crept in from both my sides
I fight it off like jet lee
Bouncing from wall to wall
I meet its eyes and we stand still
For a moment there I think I have it
“I’m a creep”
I lose to the inconspicuous rambling in my mind
And fall beneath the ground.
A minute past six and I am buried under an oak tree
My clothes smell like earth
I open my eyes in my imagination
And everything is black
I dislike the color black and I turn it into blue
No one knows me better than I do
I don’t stop to rhyme because no one hears me
There’s nobody that sees me
I am alone in this community
This state
This country
This world
Your ex girlfriend caro and your friend caro
Keep getting into these arguments
They are both so sorry you get the brunt of it
But I find a ukelele and it makes me smile
I forget where I am and I play loud
She finds me somehow
She always gets in my way

"I am for an art that takes its form from the lines of life itself, that twists and extends and accumulates and spits and drips, and is heavy and coarse and blunt and sweet and stupid as life itself."
-Claes Oldenberg