never did fancy crowds
nor did I understood
those people who
did it all
for attention.
more of the
introverted type
would be fitting
to describe my soul.
never what I seem...
people often think
he's to a fault
"inhospitable..."
it's just a reaction
I guess...
to my problem
with crowds.
In a room with
1
  2
3
or more,
watch as I
shiver,
feel the eyes,
create stories
become
a bottle
that has lost
it's cap
at the end of
a table
with an
unavoidable
touch
beginning to
t i p
       o
          v
             e
               r
as all anxieties
present themselves
on the

f   l   o   o   r

fascinating
I find
how some can be
surrounded by people
yet still
feel
so
unbothered.

Too many people,
Too many faces, and not
Enough time to breathe.

in the air I breathe, dust stirs
and old men stare
kick the concrete in my way
but don’t cry in public!

sidewalk stale trash smells
creep up from below

children yell and the elderly saunter
space full of lungs and shouts and smoke and thoughts

there is firm and fatal
there is passing and translucent
wafts of fresh bread, intimate eye contact, the jump of your heart
it all passes
and soon too
the city passes
and all that’s left is this limp air
daring you to keep on living

You can't just assume
Things about someone
Just because they act
Just the way they do.
Just because they're different
And are not like you.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Do you think the crowd
Might think better of you?

the motion of crowds; sip their wine
slowly, each glass lustfully kisses their lips
leaving behind only a stain
privileged now, their lips speak with color, standing out

insisting a dance; to songs unbeknownst to my feet
the night is ripe, a sweet blackberry to ingest
savory on my eyes, the lids shut to find
the bit of light within, before the darkness befriends

unveil the raveled threat constricting my sight
the honey lights travel as far as sound
stretching down the walls, collecting in a pool
gathered beneath, the crowd begins to surround

their faces are unclear pictures
yet, their eyes are piercing
hungry for the flesh, but my bone is so close
as they made their hand with my skin

press their palm on my wrist, hold my neck as the noose
my empire is weak already, up in flames
my kingdom meets the furry of death
disguised in sight, for many years

the majesty of unknown sung from afar
but with it comes to a rhythm, that my muscles
can recall as we do to blink and breathe, chew and swallow.

to the flames, i will take
these final secrets kept in the pocket of my heart
they may sip and be drunk
and insist that the dance is theirs, but i resist

as their fingers leave my glass eyes
they will only leave a mark, to be cleaned
but not carry with them my identity.

Hold on tight dear friends
For if you let go, good bye
The crowd is too strong