fall

Patient man thinks to himself, "I'm tired of waiting." What with the waiting? Just sitting pretty when things ain't so pretty, but they're pretty on a point of view held by the patient man though he thinks to himself, "I'm tired of waiting." What with the waiting? Dressing yourself up for another day of inactivity, actively acting all the time, wearing a grin that doesn't say to the patient man "come on in". What with the festivities? You wait and wait for the best day, saving up every day so that hopefully there'll be one good one. Pass on by, don't say a word and don't look. For whom did you dress today? You look sparkly, like candy that can't be bought by the poor boys. I got dimes lady that I traded my week for, and it wasn't just for consumable goods. Lady looks around and around, with toenails painted and pointed away, leading toward a home that doesn't exist. For whom did you paint your toenails? Red is the most vicious color of them all. Be patient. The man said something about being tired and having a bad back. He bent over backwards daily in the hope of finding himself on the other side, and every day was more or less Christmas, usually less, for the dead spirit around has its secret way of infiltrating everything, more or less. Dead spirits breed dead spirits. The lively ones grab ankles and wait. The dead ones frolic about with hard set goals and are said to have ambition.
Returning to the fair ones dressed for pitiful success. No more questions, just answers without facts. Please. You've rejected the beating heart, frightened as the fall frightens, for something apparently less scary, the absent heart that doesn't warn of danger. You're unfrightened and you scare me. Please. You've dressed to impress and impress me you have, but you walk ambitiously toward homelessness. Turn around and be homeless and we could walk together and go home. Please. Have pity on the homeless and become one. Your painted toes could be a pillow or a painting, your nipples candles your eyes water your arms blankets. It's cold, you know. What with the cold? I ask therefore I fail.