Would You Push Daisies With Me After All This, Too? Poem by Floyd Crenshaw

Every thing I touch
Feels nasty
Because I don’t like me
Slippery, slimy, rotten
Scared of the world and how big it is
How small I am
Infinitely
Enough about me.
I am the problem.This love of alteration.
Smoke screen distractions
Stolen scenes from tv
Brilliant ideas, ambushed by akimbo grabbing globs
Engineered to squirt and neutralize.
Cinnamon buns - gooey and warm deception
Like all these friends and years, which burn quick.
Where have I been? Who have I been?
Under Jane and her lovely ways of living life?

I found Laura my love in my backyard.
Of course, there she was all along.
My love lives a timeless life.
Her happiness is the key to my success.
And when she comes near standing on her toes to hug me she puts her arms around me like the earth tilts I do the same and both squeeze.
Embrace for embracing's sake and
All sorts of time slips away.

So, come on, buddy.
She could be it.
Why not sober up?
Play the Game, trust the gut, try the right lane for a touch
And stop wearing these ridiculous goggles.