said she liked
puzzles,
so that’s
all
suitors brought
in turn..
single file ’round
the block,
last hope in
line
offers
nothing but
an honest
hand–
for pleasure
walk..
and hear her
talk,
nowhere too
deep,
just a walk.
abstract
tiptoes in the
garden,
fingers of
forest-
hopes buried
or
budding from
crown,
sterling stars of
spring-
the
petals of
my evening
gown.
nozzle stuck
in ear-
pump ‘er
up..
and watch eyes
clear?
like wipers won’t
with tears..
on bloodlust
night,
gaslight
red-
blinding in
bed.
would crawl
back
in
given free
choice,
should i bore
song-
i’ll grow in
voice,
chiming
on-
nightingale
summons
dawn.
don’t let drapes
lull ya,
lass-
hailstorm’s
abreast,
indenting
chest-
hiding
home’s best,
out with that
trash..
into mud
bath.
“don’t see many worms
out”, says
bird
“or, perhaps worms
don’t find
many
beaks above
earth?”
well, a bird’s
gotta
eat,
more than
dirt.
husking
hair-
to
savor
inside’s
why i
weather
the drunken
wagon
ride-
clouds
over eyes.
the
perfect
playmate,
the best of
every
day,
a rainbow over
drought..
when scene’s
chewed
up
in and
out,
ideal
playmate
for virtual
game.
bracelet always
where i
rest
it,
next to wanting
wallet,
coffee
ring
like skull and
bones..
around my
phone’s
not
where i
left
it,
next to missing
wallet.
my dime a dozen
bird song,
you gong,
and
move on-
i trill
sonnet,
you vomit,
i rescue
hair-
whisperin’
haiku..
you gag,
do i
inspire..
desire me
too?
hands in the garden 
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