Stepping In

words swelter in my mouth
because I don't like the sound
my voice drags driftnets
some strange need to talk

looking in others homes
is an erotic experience
I find living is a mystery
and speak to your possessions

your year-round christmas lights
punkrock bed without bedsprings
yet delicate and neat like
you know how to sleep

and you do know how
dreaming vivid motions
fragmented and connected
life-like continuity

the eternal Hallo-mas
holidays collided fragments
creating new hallowed rites
and when we dream we

dream big

the words continued flowing
like a comfortable stream
I could have told you

I was a magnificant perv
and still felt safe

but I'm not so magnificant
I'm your run-of-the-mill
20-something perv who wants
nothing but an end to emptiness

then you asked me about love
and I answered definitively
like I somehow knew anything
beyond the weight of responsibily

but I can accept my condition
I embrace the strange ennui
wrapping my ankles and speading
up my body like a snake

and small smiles incanted
with unnamed thoughts echoing
in the empty space between us
helps me find something

to believe

a lot like faith --

reaching

except I know for certain

what I am not
I've been told I look like Jesus
back when I had long hair

it is short now and I resemble
something that looks like a man
anonymous in the city
with too much nothing to hide