poetry doesn't ask

look both ways before you cross
the loss
will be mine
if i don't, and i find
myself
(crushed by the impact of the lack of looking)
every last bit of me is like..
don't.
but every last bit of me
does
and it only is
if it ever was
i don't know why
though i choke on because

there are so many things that say no
like the places you don't go
the lack of a need to know
'cause i would...
but you don't
so i don't know..

but yes
passes a few tests
the stare, the words, the rest
all of it was there.. all of it made it's mess
and for what then,
if not meant

is it funny?

i just want to know

i just want to know
in a clearly formed sentence
with words
that sound like (but do not imitate) an answer
to a question
that i'm asking

i just want to know

try it, please...

i have no idea why.
i look,
and i think
why?
it baffles the mind
somehow

though i know,
it's perfectly insane.

insanely perfect

insane does not describe the complete utter imperfection
that is exactly
right

can insanity be right?

i've gone this route too many times
the 'it makes no sense therefore it must be REAL' route

and even that is irrelevant
one cannot fit a key into a lock
if they are not in possession of the right key.

even if i knew i had the right key,
for real,
do i do i do i....
would i still want to unlock this door?

who am i kidding.
yes