Bloom

What does it mean to exist Beyond minds of “hold my hand” tendencies And Starbucks blonde-struck mentalities Frank Sinatra melodies and guitar strummed Dreams Existence Everyone Is an enigma Quantum physics never really clarified how I can’t get it back but I don’t want it back Stuck between parallel universes and voting registrations “Please wait until we verify your identity” Behind honey eyes, dilated to look like planets Freezing under the Mic, under the bright lights We all want to be rock stars with metallic pants That men see themselves in night after night Women have parties in their hearts R.S.V.P invitations only Oh, oh lord what is that you want from Realization, being dense Or have a slight lack of common sense It happens to all of us We all make Misses And takes Give, and go, and stop, and leave To begin after wondering when the stars stop twinkling and Chinese men stop reciting poetry With women in long sleeves long after dark Twilight merges with the sunset to make something We could never explain with words from Webster’s dictionary Have you ever thought about stepping out of your body And breaking Into blossom? Like Wright said so long ago Blossoming to Existence