It's 7:17
Another lonely day
Desperation station
I barely make a dent

If I get the car
Charlotte, maybe Staunton
Eventually Seattle
Then to planes and trains

No real home
Perpetual the motion
Snowfall shunyata
The River in Louisville

3737
Will I be remembered?
Her hair is wavy black
Her eyes are China blue

   Dragonrider, Laotzu

Rain befalls the afternoon like a heavy blanket
A blanket under which I rest
Legs crossed and crossed and crossed
Neck curved as a comma,
The smallest body you have seen

Nothing is mine
My arms, my hands, my head
The water that falls
Lands on nothing that belongs

Nothing is ours
The sky, the ground, the air
Skin becomes wet
Skin and water with no owner

My love is a Wednesday morning
His love is a hug from small hands

But you can't hug a day
And small hands can't cook breakfast

Triple crescent moon,
one on the water, one on the sky,
and a third one, the best, in your eyes.
Stars look brighter today
and I might have a theory:
the universe gave you the spotlight.

Riding the bus at night
is one of my few comforts in life.
Reminds me of happy days,
returning home from the park.
I remember a tall white building
standing, reaching for the dark sky
with red neon lights spelling "MOTEL"
I felt compelled to come inside.

Love is everywhere,
But the way you love is
magic
21/8/2021