just add water..

i summon, i will
all of it
but it's spilled milk,
nothing
though, it is something
i forgot to clean up
and
its scent
lingers

(now i place my fingers
gently
on the
medium of choice
the voice
i choose
to use
to emancipate my 'blues'
or some other sorry story
of some
wicked sick excuse)

*who falls in love
with
imagination, or a plaything,
or an answer never given,
a rhythm hidden,
a chain of
unparalleled events,
a sweet disaster
sitting on the fence,
or an
inappropriately dressed frog..?

(this
distraction from the lack
of ability to distract
leaves the burden of
action completely intact
and the last
reaction?
was not
based
on fact)

*this is who:
an illusionist, or an idiot,
or one who solves riddles,
a dancer,
a thrill seeker,
one who flirts with disaster,
or an
inappropriately dressed princess