Keep

Keep… buy time… in a bottle… wrap it up… keep it clear…
try to manage your senses….
can’t allow you to hurt me again…
that’s what ‘keep’ means to me… and spontaneity…
Why?
your lost soul… i found it inside a very wet box…
I almost ate it, but…
I can manage… your complexity…
when you talk I hear drums
heart is a metaphor
for delicate things
bruised knuckle from a snapping branch…
the clearing trees… the facade…
a front yard to impress passers by
and the hillbilly neighbors
all gathered around the fire
and their coolers in their driveway
as if every day is a bar-b-q….
why not just pitch a tent and rent…
Out the house?