To Be

Bee roll
B-rel
Be

Elections

Size

So petite she is --

when she stands naked

the world is hidden from me.

Mental Order

Creases in my shirt, 

 the face of an old man -- maybe Rorschach. 

Or a miracle.

Aging

She fears that her changing body will keep me away 

but it’s this very obsession of her 

that leads me astray

No Form

White patches, magical formations –

but grey haze

when passing through

Absurdity

Floating like a dandelion

can’t penetrate the gust --

will I ever reach the ground?