with your rolloping, matchstick fernbed
and your picture window mind
lay roses around that invisible portal
we fell through
to be here today
and then savor each sacred breath
of this light, ephemeral soup
we've come to call air.
~~~~~~~~~
Arriving from doubt, as I have
operating from mystery
the obscure truth of that, revealed somehow.
I'll be resisting a phantom surety
sold to me, long ago
by someone who thought
they couldn't live without it.
Lord- a lordless, lumpy reticence
there's something about
this language
makes the poodle feel queasy
when gnawing the wads
it's written on.
~~~~~~~~~
The cars faces these days
manufactured reflections
looking mean,
insensitive,
hungry
like they could use a little pedestrian snack
only now and then
some transference of energy
a sacrifice.
Whenever likely, unavoidable
or least expected.
No comments:
Post a Comment