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Imperfectionist Love
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2005 Glare of glazed eye love
I’ll spread the icing on your lens
Infinite is sunburned grass replaced
With a yellow blanket
It’s the sunset that your iris communicates
With a gingham basket permitting the silence
It’s the balance act I do
Spread out your arms with a closed umbrella
And walk across this narrow platform with me
Infinite is a sign language in the form of silent art
Smiles that sprout individually down the line
Of the name tag friends
Like an impromptu melody
Every tear and laugh cupped in a jar.
Every time an understanding makes it past my front door.
Infinite is the birds’ eye view of our world below
At a midnight perspective
At a window seat, my lamplight for one
I’ll write something he’s never intended to read
Dots are houses not yet asleep
Kitchen lights with an insomniac going for
Another glass of water she doesn’t even need
She’s got her cup of ice by her bedside
From where I am, I can melt instability
I can sprinkle empathy
Tiptoeing only to his very room
Glitter enticing imperfections and tap the unintended story
While he sleeps and dreams of my lines and stanzas
Back to a jet plane to appreciate randomocity
Windows can shed emotions as well
Beaded rain on the glass will have dances
With it’s lip lop drip beat
S l o w l y
Then erupting a vein-like river
Before being ripped into thin air
Follow a song around me
Omnisciently Omnipresent
Remind me this is how it has to be.
Imperfections make the world go ‘round.
A sewn patch on the knee of my jeans
Kind of love.
