Confessions of the impertinent predilections of a sinner...

let go
and drift on

there need be no complications
preventing
conversation

I cannot help
how I delve into discussion
and plummet
always
to the depths
dragging with me
the listener
until they can no longer stand
the pressure of my thoughts
until I smother them
with idea
and drown them
in description

perhaps a mere moment
present in my mind
would send them into
anaphylactic shock
almost immediately

my blood
are my
constants

the rest
chosen companions
in conversational crimes

as history has shown
destiny
for me
has ordered up
a life of random occurrences

every day
I catch new eyes
share moments with strangers
through silence
and smiles

so...

I let go.
shove my hands in my pockets
and drift.