loves the technicolor in you
it wades dark movies – light
clips the clips
atop plops that ground yr gristle into soft light
i don’t mind
it was just a song
the fire waits
(for ray)
i snuck into the fireplace
when you weren’t looking
when it kicked in
focus on the moonlight
wood and shadow
empty black
and white’s
on the golf course
but I
saw him
first
and the sea is not angry
its’ heavy
is not the language
of crisis
not the gallant
nor the gallop
knows my true name
chase yr squadron
yr cauldron
drip yr shades
drop yr vowels
cover up friend
it’s getting warmer out
it cuts the chords
siphons the urge
kills the tempo
i meant to finish this poem, but
i am not alone
this is not an island
warrior
story
teller
to dare-stream is black circles i would were blank
forgive me, chorus
this is all new to me
numbs my clatter
stuns the gums
not anymore
she said
i am plump now