Have you done it yet? not yet
step inside---keep the pressure on.

Press, press, press---cannot breathe with all this
must let one of it go.

Happy now, real glad---are you ready to jump a circus?
must wait my turn.

You're ridiculously unfree---I'm losing my chance
Have you done yet? Not yet.

I might nag on you and cry like a dog
but you have drive, you put me to shame
those with their stupid papers flying about
bragging about knowledge and garbage
you have less and yet, twice a week
you produce, you put us all to shame.

As on an island, my desires stand
all alone, surrounded by salt
an ocean, a stubborn stain on a blue ball
stranded by angels who forgot about a child
who grew up
quiet
a mouse on a different plane.

Are you the salt?
and should I be rent with need for drink, how then?
perhaps sweet can soon come and clear the slate
so many images collide and they interfere with my day
no less, my mind.

Songs are sung by hearts alone
and many sentences lie low
in the sand
below
as the gentle wind lifts
and the spray reveals all.

will succumbs to quests of others
a purchase in kind for tattered words
leaving on trails hardy, a few wishes
I've but one.

when I've done letting others seesaw between my ribs
gathering coins paltry for sweat
ingesting pulses assorted, not my own
breaking heels on melting tar
seeing another's dream grow taller
swallowing possessiveness
accepting ultimatums and
then, can I come to you.

Feeling my fingers rolling in your head, so very high again
Pushing against the bark of trees
Rain soaking us both
soft, warm earth
taking us in.

If I can't make the tip, may you find another
To sink into you, into your sweet mouth
Delicious build up, can't hold back
How you held and kissed the open tears of heaven
And the mountains revealed secret paths.

A bout of
creative souls
to flood this.

I can't wait.
I will look out for you.

Oh, what a day for joy!

One scrum and a run for score
I'm making it, I'm making it
And oh boy, what a win!

May not be bigger than the rest, but never run.
Never underestimate the tinier package.
Unspoken contract in this wiring.

Sitting at my desk, head in piles of paper
unexpected surprise, really, a double take
Jaw dropping through the floor, it's you.