ALL I CAN TAKE

Po-dunk

I am a little teeny tiny guy from that other place.

Relevant

In my significant inner space

I bathe in experiences

Broad swaths of faith

Hold me present.

I’m relevant

Because I’m present.

Idle passers by stare at nothing

Like they’re waiting for something.

Green lights

Or their “free sample”

They are blocking the aisle -

The are blocking my way.

I could write them nursery rhymes?

I could bake them sci-fi cakes -

But they’ll never get me.

They’ll just stare at me

awkwardly

And think I’m a fag.

How strange is that?

That being present is off-putting to so many people?

Like “I’m sorry for thinking in front of you

But you were blocking my way.“

That’s all they can take

Then they’re gone to me.

I hunt humans.

I hunt for “Other one’s of them”

Some that become friends

And some who just know how to speak with me.

Eloquently.

It’s like dessert.

Even when they spit verses like Jesus

Is in front of me

Even if cursing me

They’re guiding my way.

Even planning my way.

I bathe in them.

I breathe in their details.

Pearls of wisdom.

Sudden inspirations.

Information’s.

• All I can take.