Out to Get (Milk & Cigarettes)

There is an estrangement growing in me
that I can't seem to tether to any one Sign particularly.

Once friendly and familiar warm-bodies
have become the happenstantial one-night stand...hogging the good blanket...
and I want to KICK and SCREAM.
I want to ash on that Nosey Bastard's forehead
and take my Fucking blanket back.



.......
I have to work on being a fond memory.
The urge to tell everyone
to go find a curb to rub their teeth on
is much stronger
than the want to respectfully decline invitation.
I have to stack words carefully and mind I don't blip Anywhere.
....



The most depressing part to all of this
is that my sadness and anger
have manifest themselves
into garments I wear almost
Every Day.
My faded blue collared shirt and ripped khaki pants
remind me of how much a part of this world I am Not.



That I am a stick-figure awkwardly placed in a Nintendo 64.



This separation I feel
is all my own doing

and I refuse to come back.........
                                                    until I learn how to share...