You walk in
and the world walks away
from whatever it was doing
for just a fragment of that day

There is no forward, no back, no other way
for this spherical, circular, world bent on its way
to keep on spinning any longer

In your orbit it stops
and absorbs your wandering radiance
as a warming sponge

For a moment at least
the greatest light of this universe concedes
and your radiance rivals the sun

Vance

****
too late

Do you know that edge
when you cross
inebriation
a rising that tis a falling

and asks for happy reminders
as it falls
to say
isn't that pretty

while sinking
in tv quicksand
wailing for a branch
or a loop of rope

I realize I am no longer
a guy writing poetry
now I'm a poet talking
which is an admission
of a surrender
I just discovered
I made

A rusty cage conceals me
Deep beneath the waves, of another passing day
The blood inside my veins
Is laced with warmth, that erodes away the pain
The needle scratches vinyl
As the pills provide the music, singing sorrow in my brain

Lost on the lamb
Searching for the touch, from my own callused hands
A wind-up ballerina in her box
Doesn’t spin and twirl like she wants
Damaged dancer
Standing still, inside my antique heart