Baggage Claim

I am searching for baggage that goes with mine:
a suitcase that matches the rest of my junk,
mixed up and mangled and misshapen; 
a backpack to keep my lonely tote company;
anything at the ready to pack and flee with me
to scour the planet for adventurous lessons;
or a bag that can hold the weight of my belongings,
which happen to be very heavy at the moment.

Can you hold my world in your hands?
Can you make yourself last?
Will you fight to fall apart not?
Will you promise to at my side hang?

Life is messy and so am I – objects are sure to fly.
I need baggage to squeeze the fly-aways tight,
so that I might not lose these pieces of mine.
You will need to keep steadfast to me; 
I know it will be a perilous ride.
I assure you I will grasp your handle,
so long as you grasp mine.

Yes, I am looking for baggage that goes with mine:
some one who will travel by my side until we reach the world’s edge.

Always Running.

Mis.                              Communication.

Miss.                   You.

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f     a       r               away.

You  are

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I'm  R- U- N- N- I- N- G                                                late. 

His Adventure

"His Adventure"

If you were about to drown

in a floating sea

of bright balloons,

I'd plan the perfect escape.

Through cotton candy clouds

I'd glide through

in my rainbow colored

hot air balloon.

I’d lasso your waist,

Swing you along,

skimming you across

stretched rubbery tops.

I’d lock you

in your sway; suspended

between air, sky, and

helium-filled disasters.

As we’d ride by,

I’d sob like rain

to drench you,

Whistle like wind

to dry you,

Smile like sunlight

to warm you.

Curse like lightning

to surprise you,

Yell like thunder

to stir you, and

Cold-shoulder you like snow

to muffle you.

The snow would then settle.

I’d stir within;

the quiet swallowing

both You and I down

its black-hole throat.

I’d never untie you,

but I’d sing like the birds

to remind you

that I’m not malevolent.

 I am saving you.

Return the favor,

you would have already.

Through every storm,

by hanging along.

And I’d never release you.

Because:

Adventure is your treasure.

My treasure is adventure.

I will dangle my pearls

from golden puppet strings

before your eyes,

the way I'd sway you

from my rainbow colored

hot air balloon.