I listen to him speaking
and know
without doubt
that what I say will startle
but I say it anyway…
because I know..
I know..
I know..
that there resides within him
an echo.

I watch his mind go whirling..
thoughts that confound another
but make perfect sense to me
what difference the circumstance?
his wonderland is my Alice..
his grin my Cheshire cat..

I sense his stunned silence..
as he is attempting
quite stubbornly, to pretend,
that he does not believe
that I am quite real..

patterns are boring
in their very repetition
time to mix the plate ware
change the subtle shades..
draw for him something dangerously
in nature,
and wait for him to smile
but bemused.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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