Will me now to leap the narrow valley
Between these moments apart
Though if you commanded my collapse
I'd treasure my last sight of you

The falling star watches me watching it scythe through my lack of ambitiousness
Intuition deftly plays it broken poker hand
******* sipping from the soda can
Girls have it too rough, too easy
All of my dreams take me back to see her
This green earth looks brown like rust
When I view it through this spyglass
I mistrust

pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads

You're the air around me,
And here I am,
Gasping.

I don’t want to write
Like anyone else.
I want to fit into my words
Like my fingers fit
Interlaced through his,
Made for each other
By some strange design,
Some string of code,
Some higher power,
Something, somewhere,
I cannot control
And I cannot see
And I do not think about,
It just fits and it fits right.