i miss
cds..
and lyric sheets
with coffee
stains,
i miss when you
came like
fresh
rain,
oh, to spin
that mix
one more
time.
shadow play
it was backwards
in time
we stripped the clock
down to its
gears–
to tinker with
a heart
too cracked to
beat again.
give me a
shot,
you may
be disappointed–
but never underappreciated
for the living
mystery
you are.
tell the sleeping
a dream
that may haunt
me awake–
and keep my wits
alert enough
to catch its
meaning,
sheltered beneath
fractured
wing
rests
a fragile
quivering thing,
knows not own
strength–
nor that it’s
been seen
by every other
passing
being.
when my faith isn’t
as strong
as i’ve let
on,
i slither down
ladders
into lakes
of my own making
to bask for longer
than is healthy
for someone craving
something
real.
i fall
into her tune
when i should really
craft my
own
to regale her
deep into the night,
for each
and every time
she’s shared
of hers
to spare me
mine.
life on
a sunny day..
differs little from skies
speckled greyer,
i’m paying the
meter–
hanging from
feeder
in want
of a bird song.
good vibes roll in
on high
tide,
watch as beach bathers
run inside,
to avoid crashing
moisture,
engulfed
by the waves
we’ll drown in
pleasure.
don’t call yourself
sunshine
in the middle of
the night–
even though
your smile
keeps our bedroom
plenty bright.
hands in the garden 
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