The Pretentiousness of the Alpha Male

I am Colourist
and like the universe
my heart is beige...

exchanged assumptions unwind
along promenade
as we take the pebble route
to sand
gossip through the taking off
of shoes
your string theory
not a thread we should be pulling on

U and I side-stepping perfectly formed canine quoits
dusted by sand-spray, beige sugared bagels
danish pastries for blow flies, circling then settling
knowing their place in the scheme of things

                            like saline mist
                            i am portion of observable fact
                            and as such
                            no one will ever see
                            the whole

             it is my reaction to the subtleties
             you detect, i am nothing
             without this

Truth, like life
is only perspective
variable points in time

Recycled lies, the fairytales
we choose to live by.