Poem 1

[omnicell]

Looking, seeing , feeling, what are you feeling
Glass eyes, black hands, a water fountain pushing
Circles of intent with squares speaking at me
Choices , choices spit a thousand pages.
Directions , cool and bending
The  computer is down. The safety people come running .
Colors, walking and talking. I know ,I see I want to feel.
I don’t like them at all. Im up on that.
 
They push me away like board game I can never win
I swim. I swim,  and the words are falling in to mouth