My tent I've pitched
no one is here this night
weary are my feet
in the sky there's not a glitter of light

promises I've made - indeed
I'll fulfil ere I go to my long  deep sleep
the future shall define me
by the dreams that I faithfully keep

I recall your giggles
as you floor me onto the bed
not fragile like crystal,
but falls into sheets of spread.
You asked of my scribbling
and I told you I was a poet
Eyes lit up like an entire bay
and no rockiness of the sway
except for our movements.
We left before the last drinks....

Lines that never add up to scars,
its a pity that the way the dither
seems to randomize the beats,
nothing escapes better than blood.

A cheer-leader waves
her pom-poms in your face.
Nothing energizes a battery
better than energetic youth
And cute of a face and
especially of mixed races
and the finger over skin,
My father at 100 meter run,
was absent despite the applause
and the pies are hot in the oven,
but I'm now too tired to eat......

Balloons sail above the sea
and in my mind I sail along
into the world, sailing over
flapping laundry

Our shadows glide
through the gate of the winds
breath of the sun and the moon
the whispering of secrets

Our shadows drift
over the sphinx, so that her
blind eyes seem to blink
at us for a moment

The hands of the clocks
on the towers also stand still
and then they **** forward
a little, around