the envelopes
are not so white
so much
any more
i am not so wonderful
or in the land of innocence
sometimes the gum cracks
before the bubble is popped
time to write a play
but I have a moment
to decorate your envelopes
with paper clips and twine
another mystery will happen
. . . eventually
i am happy today
i don't know why
but i really don't want to question it
i just want to spin inside
the twist off cap of your beer bottle
as your lips reach for the suds
just like the whirling pleasure i feel
when i am about to kiss your smile
as i reach for you