Tell now, I say, if
I could bend a finger in precise manner would
you love me still? And more?
In early days, I was cat on fence staring down the
things which made my stomach a deep, red pitfire
Heavy, nasty growl
Nocturnal creature, eyes of certain tint, a
yellow color
In wayward stroll, I walked the fields of
youth hands down
A champion or
queen of dandelion seeds
It is of no consequence how
I am one with filth
from mouth to
convulsing body
I shift and do not ask for much at this hour
Brain of scrambled eggs
the right ingredients and
it is a good time to pertake of me
You, who peers through corners,
it is a life long legacy to lie
down and listen to the drippings of night
and there, you are noble
with crickets and a white flash that
occasionally rips out the power
I have had my strong eye on you
See how it has perched so
conveniently on my cheek
A blinking sermon
Ah, yes, and the change of
heart the moment you found it so alive and
so willing to glow at your features:
The brown skin of Egyptian love goddesses
your thick, cultured hair
shattering lips
I, am no match for
such a stellar frame as
it collides delicately and most cordially into mine
But it is of no consequence why
In the great boom of morning
Earth glistens and stretches
the flowers reach to Godliness, open
their arms a nearing distance to my wet socks
I pad along the boardwalk, watching this
day melt into a somber rain
And I think of you, as if you
were every crisp sound
Every raging thunk of footsteps
Every high chirp somewhere lost in the forrest
Every new thing that I have found since
day one until the closing gap of here and now,
I think of you.
And it is of no consequence when
These things just happen
A quiet movement of circumstance
The mechanical drum, hollow and the
blind man plays his swollen wrists til they are dead
We are gifted, here, breaking the stillness
Swaying like tiny rivers
Feeling the vibration of
distant streetlights flipping on
Where an evening stirs itself gently into a
new season
I think of you
How I have loved you so intensely through
these nights
As if there were nothing else before
nor
afterwards
As if in some slick, caked dream
we ate this love like sweet danish
Held our bellies tight, trodding home
It is of no consequence where, really,
I just think of you
As if you were fruit, ripe, and soft
Every grainy morsel of taste
The smooth intoxication of amber wine
Each and every sensation bursting into
tingling flames upon my skin
I think of you