Gawk

 The gaping space, witch
could and should
loiter inhabited
by scaly, flaky, soft, smooth, oily, dry, tender
to wit homogenous,
sits idly occupied
by The Plastic Distractants.
The Plastic Distractants
inhibit that sense of calm
heeded by bona fide eye contakt
brushing flake to flake (in a)
pheremonal pow wow.
It is one thing
to have one thing
it is another thing
to have many things.
While the world shreds
and slivers
clostrophobically choking
for breathing space
we pose underground with the sun.
Remember what it means
to look someone in the eye
with meaning in the stare.