the problem she said
is simply that there
is nothing here

insistent
infernal
humming
in my
head

distracted
dissonance
strumming
on my
soul

rapid
racing
thrumming
of my
heart

you are driving
me longingly insane

crumbling face
eroding
beneath
wind
rain
broken
breaking
crashing down

Uninformed
unable to discern
what it is I am
or need to be

neither this;
nor that;

ambivalent
vacillating
pseudo humanoid

uniformly
others appear
certain of
everything
when I have
no clue at all

half in;
mostly not:

shedding skin
I remain
potential
unformed.

12 ounces
of golden oak
topped with steel

visions
dancing dreams
of garden sheds

foundation
battened walls
fresh cut wood

gabled
red metal roof
rising tall

hot sun
beer for the builder
measured twice

and still
somehow askance.