smokes, struts, sighs, and sings.

like puzzle pieces, they pair off like salt and pepper

blending together into a single shade of grey

as the shaker breaks

and the glass

cuts

my fingers

i smile because i am happy

but i return singing killing me softly

for mine eyes have seen thy salvation

a light to the Gentiles

i ask only this

why?

trying to believe in salt, pepper, and sand

but they

slip

through my fingers and blend into the earth

like dirt in the universe's eye

eyelids shut

to end the dream

to start the day

to put a face to the blurred people, places and pictures

alligators, bright shirts, no seasons

waking before waking

night before night

morning of my morning

set off my half-a-brain

so that i may finally see what

apparently

i have been missing this whole time