the city and the country

in the city i am lost.
Mixed and sorted.
available,
like a red light,
on a stage, even when alone.

maybe the camera just looks different

in the woods,
the expectations---
the wrongs--- or rights,
the social and antisocial are more balanced-- easier to set right,
it appeared to me.

the influx of availability, taps out my desire,
ultimately-- touch is centering---
something like a massive gym with dry towels, and free and welcome hugs and massages
kids running around and people watching out for them,
people laugh and nod at babies screaming (as long as it isn't dire, which it usually isn't)
I'm dreaming.
Walk out side to a green house
cool rain or bright sun,
the plants care for the people, and in kind,
the people for the soils, and the bugs, and the plants,
adrenaline,
a need-- caffeine gives me customer service,
maxed out on cheerfulness,
a paycheck-- that i struggle with
going to town to cash it in with friends--- food or cheap and fine wine
a comfortable level of intimacy---
a comfortable level of adrenaline,
-- - - of pushin'
levels and limits,
(( I'm desiring ))

...a culture with acceptable limits for many folks of different ways--- that still knows how to push us to keep our skin soft-- and yet strong.

work it out.
work it on out.

muscles
everywhere....
fine tuning,

little clocks
care
little teeth
interlacing gears
turning,
and music boxes
hidden rooms-- with yet beautiful windows---
you walk out, the trees hold you,
the cars are convenient--- but only in their place.
grass and bridges
beneath your feet.

. . . . . . . . .


tickin' time... ultimately,
saving

accumulating interest like dust on rare and expensive books,
waiting,
waiting
.
to buy, timelessness.
investment
in fruit trees, and babies' knees,
giant cypresses,
pines,
fields of corn and potatoes,
meadows of milkin' cows,
dewy feet in dewy ground.
character building on walls and wrinkles

the rush is love

(feelin' it, not sure how to show it... ) when where....