What You Want

these places have keys the doors are open you don't need it, the key what do you want once you get inside this or that room? as you sift through these boxes, drawers room fulls of people, these faces you only barely see, touch, or smell them... working them over is easy, you go about who in particular are you looking for? any one? what do you want to find? so many say what you want to hear some planning their attack with as many a hand will soften you up feeding you their figs and lamb I see how your eyes move to and from I hear how your voice does that thing I see how you choose, to walk or speak or not to sing sometimes displayed above your head a sign what are you looking for? the key that's in your hand the note that's on the track where the arrowhead points the way is clear what do you want from them for the moment .... you flirt for their attachment? to get close to the knives at the edge of the piers? to discard someone or to have some just fall away others are dragged along not ever knowing, showing how you really care who you really are 12/30/12