Tool Box

Night consuming me

A wool blanket over my eyes

I stand at secret ravine

Hot air balloon of my mind

Expanding

Breathing

Growing, large enough to bust

As if an egg

Running it’s clear

Soulful mucus’s

Down my bare legs

I see you there, hiding in my shadows

Like a desperate midnight criminal

Waiting to leap

Pounce

Starving wild cat

You’re a lost being

Pressing your naked body into the

Chilling unforgiving wind

Alone

Fighting for your voice

For your opinion

Next to my solid tool box

You will stand still as I pass

Smelling my perfume

Swiftly, momentarily

Tickling your bird-like nose

I am gone

Your standing

Toddling in circles

Looking for the reason you sneezed