Impending Uncharted

Arresting Sunday
waiting for paint
to dry
the roads a month a way
exactly.
Nervous with the
fear of my hands
or your eyes.

Shapes emerging
in an instant
for betterment or
recoiling expectation.
A reflection
of what happened
theoretically
on paper.

Here we are
counting down
to the first
time
we ever set foot
falling
into the canvas
with uncertain
palettes
to behold this
picture
already framed
and wanting
to inspire.



Lost and Found

Body cast off
and leaving the flies to devices.
I turned off that meat
and left behind the weight.
Can you sense this change
in a man who shirks his context?
Digital rematerialized
and binary forms lurking.
RADAR pinging for a lock
searching a nexus for
a pattern of you.
Download new flesh and
latching on to your motion.
Baited breath and turning on to
synchronous frequencies.
A transitory trojanhorse,
is this Love or Covetting?
Fools predators lovers victims
bleeders and flailers.
Gods.
Intimate or distantly severe
immersed in shifting streams.
Non-local transformations and
mutated shapes
grabbing new power and
plummeting with the ecstacy.
Scrutiny blinders
as I double-click on your face
press harder
press harder.
Can only press so hard
but can look as deep as
blood on the keys.