where on this bridge do
I rest?

poised over the water, rocks
reflecting their game up over
the rivulets

bubbles are cheap-
that's what she's said.

I hold your fingers between mine
carefully pinched, like a tattered butterfly wing

now the powder of my choice clings
I blow on it softly, unsure
asking it to disperse in the wind

where are your eyes?

what is this heart?


Who is my song?

feeling of wrongness
sheen of oil
power shower
can you get it for
a soul?

when it lights up, and it isn't you...
and it's not. and it won't be.

I strain through the cloudy ether-
struggling to translate those fragmented strands,
crystalize them into some sense
but the swirls, and the void-
it's impossible to detangle

I see the shining pillar through the mist
but the fog around it-
is that your doubt, or is that the ultimate truth?

why did...?

maybe it's time I stopped...
tilting at windmills.

slipping gravel grains
through my fingers
bits caught sly, in the creases
briefly.    but this
sandbox-
it's just a
garden for fools.

Who are you in the in-between?

"Love."

a title. italics space don't forget the paragraph please...

odd space new
face teeth eyes memories

and how to
reconcile?
the odd shimmer of spirits between
the used up
and the still yet
undiscovered

how do you jump
twice
without tugging the dentist's sleeve

to issue: fervent plea.

*Novocain?!

The openness of concrete space
casts a trance
Caffeine sings its drying song
A sheen smeared thinly across
already unsure synapses

Purposes lost
sit and wait for the time inside to go somewhere-
To do
Nothing

Hum of the machine
Touch of the sun
Cup
And a view, productive.

Liars,
all.

Oh
Laundry basket- mysterious as an Oracle.