bursts of orange

The juices that i drip, like shadow on brick Seen but not felt Are you like me? Leaving organs on the pavement Let them use them to sound happiness lilting cadences of living Spray painting pulses on the wall See them connect the static to need Sparking voltages of survival But they walk by Leaving glances and sighs Stealing impressions and feelings But they walk by... The Juices that I drip, like shadow on brick Seen but not felt. Are you like me?

Studies of woven patterns Knitted into the grain of my quarter life count my rings Opaque Proud Conceited