Whether you and I observe--
lying in the cool grass of evening,
your leg crossing mine--
my fingers brushing your palm,
the moon will glow.
Whether we take that switchback
trail at dawn, laughing into the open space
around us and between us
under the moon’s light-blanket,
that stream is playing its part.
Eternal concert, we sometimes care to listen to.
Oh love! Linger here
even when--especially when--
I alone observe the moon,
stroll singular beside the chattering stream.
She gasps for air Like a fish out of water, Minus the flopping around bit As oxygen is forced into her. What is going through That head of hers As she struggles…
I’ve been placed within a burdened lot so low. What happened to the world I used to know? Don’t speak of what you see or else you will be known. One perceives…
The scent of moonlight was trapped in my nostrils when Chortles of the cockcrow overflowed from my ears and drowned My eyes announcing another chance A mere man-child My lanky limbs begged…
When the lights flicker in the purple-bruised skies, i’ll see the crabs that Walk around your eyes at night, and I’ll wonder how much of you is water And how much is…