there is
no separation
between cloud
and building
a haze
a malaise
in unfallen drops

i sit
out of phase
unfazed
in this fugue
this funk
this lackadaisical
meandering in
ever tightening
swirls

drained as
the best parts
of who i wish
i was limply
spins around
the drain

a self contained
vaccuum
untouched by
listless hearts
seeking a
connection in
the broken wires
arcing artfully
in the rising mud

yearning to be
a part of the gray
collusion bathing
downtown ft worth
in unshed tears