Lying in the dark
16 year old girl
Many years ago
Holding a portable radio
To ones ear
Listening to music
Rocking to the beat
Imagining far away places
Feet moving to the beat
Eyes closed
Letting the clouds of sleep
Approach as I listen to the
radio
Rockin to the beat
In the darkness

Some people say fools is a Rush-Inn
I haven't got a clue,
in between  Sunday's river
and Monday's blue
the place called
A rose in the moon
or maybe., A moth in the mirror
perhaps a firefly in bloom.
Love ain't easy
though occasionally,
awkwardly acute.

cadence is personal
yours maybe public
mine is on the wind.

I spill over my skin
So messy, so messy
I am a puddle
You are a stone.

As you 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉
Into me,
It ripples my entire
𝒇𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝖔𝖋 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘
All while you can’t
𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓪 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰

quiet little library
memories in my mind
Coastal California
San Francisco signs

i like misty mountains
oceans gone bluegreen
David Markson books
she and i between

i might sleep till 2
don't know what I'll find
for my future friends
water worlds unwind

       Johnny 99!

interpretation, mixed emotion
wrong end of the stick,
group flagellation

Usually spooled
pink fluffy

sugary stuff
it's there

in your mouth
then it dissolves

here
then we're not

parting
is never sweet sorrow

senseless
maybe