let’s take a spin
’round your
mind,
maybe park and
stall the
motor
for a moment, just
to hear the
crickets,
frolicking on dewy
lawn,
swear i’ll
have
you..
back
by dawn.
abstract
muddy up the
mix,
drown that
bass
until it bubbles
into sound
canal-
then wash
it back
into
depths from
which
tune
was
hatched..
..and relax.
caught a
spark,
boxed it up in
wooden
heart–
saved for warmth
starved
night,
when deeply
in want
of
your crackling
bright.
a romance, not for
the faint of
heart–
but yielding beyond
what i’d
wish-
had i taken
cues
from those who
no longer
kiss.
life of the raindrop
falls subtle
but rich..
and tugs on
a leaf
like strings of
a heart–
plucking tune to
keep from
the
fall apart,
life of a sunbeam?
someone else’s
dream.
pushing, pulling
clutching,
controlling, patrolling
no loitering,
deciding, reciting
delighting in
falling
‘spite not knowing
where or
how..
we’re
landing.
in your rainy day
day smile
i see
stars clenched
‘tween those
squeaky
jaws
begging for
release-
relief of your
need to
be
anything but
true-
to reach
me.
unhinged the
mirror,
hung it upside
down,
stood on my
head
till blood rushed
to my feet
same old face
staring..
back at
me.
like the kid with a
fistful of
coins,
but no wishes or
fountains of
fish
just his
own reflection..
in a puddle, begging
closer inspection.
i see your face
clear,
not here, but
clear,
i hear your voice
true,
‘least it sounds
like you
are here with
me too,
so, how am
i blue?
hands in the garden 
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