One black eyesprings forth words of (adj.) triumphs; A Thank You

I see through one black eye of resistance
one black eye made from concrete interactions
bike crashes
once in a while troubleshooting whilst flying into rear tires
thinking too much
im seeing through one black eye how many times I played the wife
performing under someone else's shadow
this isn;t eye shadow this time
i really have a black eye, a yellow surrounding, blueish, greenish, i had to send you back you were raking up fines, sick looking eye.
take care of me eye

the checker at olivers tonight said something about cheese cloths and i remembered my eye
i remembered the knife
i remembered nothing worth remembering
so i killed the thought of you telling someone else how to make their own yogurt and put my foodstuffs out on the checkstand.

im thinking about salad
but
i was trying really hard to remember what it was like missing you
and i got bored
i dont remember anything worth remembering
except one person would say midsleep groping is worth more than a penny.
maybe mutual satisfaction in a million and one places around rohnert park and abroad
may be worth remembering

Although i dont even remember what your kiss felt like
i dont remember your ears
i dont remember what your lips felt like
your kiss
i thought i'd remember

i see through this black eye
i see back alley drug dealings dealing broken hearts
the way a raw foodist scrambles at a garden
the way you being a raw foodist scrambles at an oven
sideways
bent down
far from the vision of anyone who knows better
I see you through this black eye
i saw the concrete coming before it happened
unlike before
the bluish greenish yellow surrounding
jupiter in the face, midnight radiators breaking down,
rekindling your faith in me, this is the LAST time and i mean it,
sick looking eye;

happyness isn't outsourced
it comes from within
being alive, over time
i found it again.
thank you to all who forwarded my motion
who sat beside my weeping mess of a body
who listened to anger, sadness, sacrifice, lowly states of being
and made room for harmony
for breath
for my eyes to become blackened once more, seeking resistance
finding resistance
and laying down self imminence.

for kind words
for harsh words
for truths bent within parameter of my need to know bas(es)
I needed to know how blind i apparently was to what everyone else saw.
you are my inspiration
you are humanity at it's finest.
now i am fully conscious for anyone elses needs, let me, tell me, speak,
i am here.
I am sound.
I am free.
I am.

copyright.2008.BobYoung.