SOME OF THOSE GEMS ARE MINE

Some of those gems are mine. And the sun is a brick when you live about it.
Some of the Weekends are weak days pining for a shrug
from a sociopath with gloves that imitate hands.
Some of me joins and the rest of me departs.
But i have no demands. Only problems seeping into my engine.
Focused on drudgery and rescue.
Kissless and one of those things
that go On and On-
And On.

I’m a thing like You
Seeming as much as Being.
Groping for Joy
Where the koi are coy
And The Dark
Is Real.
.
Until a Star