Looking At You

"You can't take your eyes off me....."

"I can't..."

"What is it about me..."

"The color of your hair, your eyes, the way you do what you do..."

"Where do you think it comes from?"

"That's why I can't stop looking at you."

Shades of a sea mystery fade into me as a dream I slept awoke from yesterday; all I am is the contemplation of a man whose formation is the selflessness of this being sitting on a belly button shaped ottoman. He must be the part of me which is speechless, without words for an emotion, no definition, countless letters unfulfilled from thoughtless banter, this is the section of my gray that matters; I am devoted to his presence wherever he maybe regardless how it turns out I am unturned for him.

"I know how you feel..."

"Speak for me..."

"You feel to be inside of him; without you cannot be free. He is the part that carries you with wings. You are his butterfly."

I am wandering about the architectural mansion of maniacal manic defiant of madness I entered for the music; blackened leather straight jacket mini dress winds me into mischief as bare to stringed feet cross one to one studded ex to the ankle reaching my thighs for a strapped gladiator.

"You come from the asylum?"

"I am asylum..."

I watch the pieces of a jigsaw torn apart from the conclusion of child like frustration steadily shred into the wilderness of a woman I altered for an ego science would not permit; I do not intervene. I watch the charm of insanity.

"I'm dancing with her!"

"She dances with me!"

Centering the floor of a gathering similar to a crowded challenge without spectators is a set of belts writhing in the form of a body, shape which defies sound; the deejay's hands belong to the spinning creation as men the size of Oxford dictionary bookcases wall her from sight.

"Will you carry me everywhere?"

Cordelia extends into a figure the ballet lifts with palms inward as I move with the groove of armada damnation, the spectacle of arrangement, disregard for man's ploy of disengagement; her elongation is wind to the air.

"Will you always come back for me...."

A deep voice of handsomeness possesses my innocence with eroticism as I lift my head towards the Hudson bay; this boat must of assumed a nap to be cargo, I am lifted with net I lay as a hammock into the port of nightmares.

"You're a funny looking fish; never saw one with curly hair before."

Back to planet earth is a woman made of spikes aligning the bones of a cosmonaut scrap floating from extreme under space exploration inside fishnets for outer leg portions stilting Gucci mane backless tilts; the choker asphyxiated watchers as airbrush metallics deny her face cognition.

"I recognize you..."

"Cordelia......I can explain..."

"No you can't."

"Yes I can..."

"....."

"Tis a political statement..."

Imitation designer doubles upon single of breasts suited for the parade passing by a girl with Armani oxford button to collar clad of nothingness boasting an American flag tie around her forehead; colliding into stiff backs a pile of fakers stops Macy from popping the balloon.

"What country you from?"

Clap of a rusty iron plate used for demolishing glass on abandoned buildings misses clarity as it slams into a set of steel beams; the girl shivers intensely while a checkered man appears.

"Chester........you follow me??"

"I just want to make sure you are alright."

"I do not wish for you to do so anymore."

"You don't want me to make sure you are alright?"

"I do not want you to follow me..."

"How will I make sure?"

Curses of Siberian Russian fill the clouds with despair as rain pours; she laughs a creed of irony while he frowns the face of a dead millionaire.

"What the hell is she saying anyways?"

"Whatever we say just not in English."

"Say it in English girl! I want to know!"

"Fucking forefathers fucked their father further into the fore...."

Slithering by the candidate of yore a snake skin of various constrictors stitched to python runs into the keeper of reptilian exoticism.

"I recognize you..."

"I can't explain..."

"I can..."

"Speak for me..."

"You are tempting The Man."

"I hope he eats that damned apple."

"Me too but in the meanwhile please wear this jacket..."