The night is brown
Abuzz with caffeine
And I miss you in ways I cannot miss you
Atop Pike’s Peak breathless
In the parted Red Sea breathless
Jitterbugging and in dance steps I never knew
Oh on boring balmy days when old age has sunk into our jaws shaking and bouncing
I pause in praise of all the ways
I’ve missed you
Tag: Poem
The Carriage
The sky is white with sunset
a child pauses on the stair
Star-weary
a carriage is due in the darkness
Today’s Off, So
Ok. Flow is off, so here’s 5 minute Sprint of fun.
Flagstaff immediately your half-mast heart crack intake encased entrapment! This casket appealing decorated in dew dream dew whee in cinders wrong story-admit allegories but shrink head Alice were all about the story one story two story deckers and skyscrapers invite me up. Stuck. Elevate Vader gator see ya soon er later I’m dancing across the concrete one foot two foot drop the distance to Cupid- Snow White, right. Gotta fall in love some time. On to a misnomer you’re disarming but stoic holding perfection as light in the dark Ness confesses she messes with minds recenters for Charming no high waisted in time she’ll bow if you let her don’t you let her.
Done.
Familiar Spirits
I prefer to be the stranger
It’s easier to explain away my eccentricities as rudeness, stranger
to fact all the fictions and gossips as possible
yes, I am sick
Yes, I am impossible
In the macro view
In the microverse
Where everything is me
And everything is you
I’m in love
I’m in love
I’m in love
Noticing
A coal in the center of my being
Maddens me
Into speaking
A fiery hound loping ’round and around
my maelstromed heart
Yet
within my whirl
Your eye so calm
For H.M.
The Argument
I whisper gold frames around
a peach sunrise
-But superimposed
your shaded smile-
in chocolate and mint-
I can’t resist-
I eat my words
Concentrating on your lips
For H.M.
Hows and Lows
Tinny through the submarine smile
I answer
In morse code
Taps of teeth and sound
Whole sentences form
I’m drowning
Downstairs
Pretending I am well
Because you will only have me
Well
But she reads it as
Fine, I’m fine
Heaven, Bear Me Up
Head dragging on the floor
Mad as great great greats in Stockton
Mad as starting again
Thick with worry and spite
I stand again
Unreformed, but moved
