Faces

Every time I walk on the street I see
All off the faces and my mind locks them in
One by one registered features
Details filed somewhere in my brain

I heard they will reappear in dreams
As random actors playing out my stories
I wonder if that many individuals
will all play roles in my fantasies

As I see more people every day
Every wrinkle and every tone
every worry and every joy
every hairstyle and all complete

It keeps me awake some nights
Will my head be capable of keeping it in
I worry it’ll explode at that point
When that one smile is just too much

And then they all spill out in a stream
Forming a great cloud of chaos
Energy, buzzing and sparking
Building. Boom

And then silence

And then I write