take me into your head and let me live there—

with your thoughts, big euphoria symphonies, huge melancholic

cacophonies (see, I want it all), labyrinth philosophies-beliefs, beautiful thought

trampling thought in Olympic mile-on-mile marathons

chaotic no-order order whirlwindtornadohurricane (dominating neural synapses and

stirring up messy/explosion personality)-- (it already) shoot(s) me down (every time you look my way) and I get

engulfed in the rubble of your passing, finding (each time) that

I don’t ever want to

“reconstruct”

See, I breathe no air when you’re around for awhile—for whenever (it’s better than whatever air is), and I get all weak-kneed and restless when you’re gone for awhile—for whenever (this is not better than air)—(either way I’m) stuck in vacuum-stasis (it’s not one of those things that changes by itself) and I’m

waiting waiting with warm/burning chest and eyes that are always

glued to the ceiling

glued to bland words in

really

bad books

glued to pretty

faces in

magazines, TV

waiting waiting with warm/burning chest (twitchy hands that can’t stay still)

for you

to come around

and open my door.

(If you’d—take me into your head, and let me live there behind your pretty eyes, inside your pretty mouth, amongst your messy thoughts. I might end up... smiling way more than I do, now.)