i can taste the lasting linger
of my final pennies worth
and i can feel the blank desire
my tastebuds spin inside my head
there is morning dew on dangling leaves
and beads of that,
hang on webs of busy widows.
the grass is green but, not for long
and the pinkest flowers are in full bloom;
but only until their pedals fall.
there is an evening light
reserved for days like this,
held and used to mark the end of
more than just a day.
there is a seasoned silence,
we hold in high regard,
but i can't stand or sit
with what that silence is

past summers sunset, before the witching hour
wheels beneath my feet spun forward
through this seasons ending blue
flashing lights of LED projected to and fro
dancing hues of white sent to indicate
another traveler along this path
from afar thats all you were
a light shaking to a fro, dancing in the blur

slowly we came within that distance on communal paths
that only frequent users come to know, that distance
where some form of greeting, some sign of acknowledgement,
i believe, is required for those in such a sharing peaceful place.

my gears were turning and my mouth opened to say "good evening to you"
just around that same time, the two of you said "hello" and "how are you"

suddenly, with the sound of the loving voices,
i was tremendously thrown into the memories of easier times
when i looked to you for love and affection
when i hoped to hear you with regularity
back when i was confused and disturbed with no compass to guide my sails and no wind but for what was in my lungs

i knew those voices once
i knew their faces too
they were gods to me
and now, just two voices i heard
while passing on a blue summers eve

my love lined in a windrow
swept aside for harvest,
lays still and full of bounty

use your hands in my collection
be gentle with my yield
my crop of seasoned fields

i am at your will
a subject of your disposal
eat and be full; waste not.

for my life and love remains your meal.

the sound was perfect until the pothole
and then you bolted shut your door
afraid of admiration, acknowledgement of beauty,
aside the anthill where the rubber stains
from strong aggressive ignorance
but when the details are finely captured
some kind of answer will appear.

part of the universe
even before life began on earth
complex chemicals reproducing themselves over billions of lies.
between biological sciences and
the laws of matter and energy
chemical processes are within us.
when our bodies move,
we give muscles the energy that is taken.
many species of the animal world
defend themselves to **** their prey.
modern methods led to greater understanding
greater identity
color, taste, smells of flowers and fruit.

the cast of morning light
pours like molten earth
forming polished sunshine bronze
inside the mold i am

firm and formed
resolute in solid stature
i cannot reach out to touch you
i cannot feel your skin

some parts of me are patina
weathered material in color
but some parts still shine
and those are the parts you touch

the tap turns towards free flow
spewing sounds of fluorinated spit
aerated aqua, so far from Caribbean blue.

baking soda toothpaste holds high aims to hammer
ergonomic plastic lays plush within my grasp
upper left molars first, always upper left molars

gyroscopic suds bubble and sludge
as the image of I projects into my eyes
but it has been too long and now i see you too

astral projection misplaced my mind and body
my soul was now with you as we cleaned our teeth
i see your titled head reflected in the mirror

and my eyes cannot believe
that it has been so long.