I'm tired of my spotty orange fence,
pressed out of little bits floating in the ocean.
I wish I could rip away my cerebral coffe strainer
and look directly into your supercharged heart
and tear out all the answers.
But I guess that's the fundamental hurdle,
not death or disease or taxes or money or love or hate.
Just your own brain.
So should I squish my pink membranes out of my skull
peer directly into yours
and take that shot, hoping I am right?
can I get past my own arches into my own Rue
or will I have to scale the rubble,
bleeding in the process?