walk

I can see her legs
in the background
modest then, I'm
manic now

	and these pictures I take
	simple colorful mistakes
	only leave me wanting
	a quicker way to escape

the summer sweat
is not indifferent
not so different
than a pinprick

it's constantly reminding me that I am
I am mildly atomic, loosely threaded
without remorse for consequences
begging for a common sense end

	but some [/while others] get caught on even numbers
	milestones and mistakes to
	derive their lives by
	merge and overlap like
	passing clouds in the sky
	
	my watch is set much differently
	please let it run out accordingly
	
		tilting my head
		and coping indefinitely
		for some reason
		holds not the least appeal to me