where Is waldo

I think my love is somewhere..

Somewhere straddling his horse In the Sahara desert, Dancing to the harmonious sounds Of my broken heart. My mind remains rested on toilet seats that snuggle odorless, pasty portions of leftover cocaine snoozing in another woman’s nostril. My head, smothered in makeup, inconceivable hair ironed to perfection glistens with radiant light, beams of scarlet and gold.Left eye lies diminutive, dresses in flamboyant attire dancing to the earsplitting music gesturing to foreign, pestering harassment. My thoughts, sprinting in a three inch oval fills with piercing voices louder than a three bathroom stall that stares into a big black woman sitting on a little black stool selling me aspirin,While gangs of women pile at the sink,obsessing over beauty waiting for the big black woman to dry their hands. I imagine his aroma Dirty dancing, hips entwining Arms gliding over the pelvic bone That tickles my knees. His coffee stained tresses wrap around His aviators..Peeking into my attention without intention

I want this world,

Awakening with faces down, smiles sleeping. My soul remaining on third base, Confused weeds taking naps in my hair, Goaded ants gnawing my rump. A white finger lies wrapped inside my nostril discolored and inquisitive, (Parenthesis) hugging my hips Like elliptical backbends Bowing to his feet. I wave to my invisible audience, Inhaling their sarcasm, Throwing their sagacity to Second base

Do you think I think  I think I know

The meaning of devotion, affection, inescapable love.While my soul remains on third base, Wishing on stars impersonating American airlines.Pitcher pitching my heart at bat.Batter striking. Claws slowly clasping into his palm Licking away the redness, Swallowing his pride, And spitting me out. I think my love is somewhere