he was the sort of person


who chased
loose flyers down the road
hoping for a lost letter
some lover must have wrote


he was the sort of person


who could not
sleep with an IV drip
dug deep into his arm



he could not move
  
   or run away
          from nightmares
                   that
                were not his.

I found myself meandering through churches of
political discussions-debating the ever stale rights
of each citizen dissolving into the crowded bars. Clinking
glasses with more feeling than their fingers on holiday.

Someone began to say “Life is…” and I stopped them
right there, because who wants to sit for bad ideas when
today is really for travelling to heaven and
I'm sick of sinking into the landscape. I am
already a hundred miles through the cracks in
the world; we’re really all just piecemeal bizarre
occurrences.

You appeared in my passengers’ seat while
before I thought I was just thinking about taking
a road trip to you and all this time I've been
driving through New York City with God.

For the first fifteen minutes all you could comment on the
was how shallow the lights seemed and I've got to
be honest, I never heard the rest because I was too busy
trying to decipher the Latin phrases that overwhelmed
your skin. Next thing I know, you had tears on your chin-
talking about how you wished all women could understand that
their blood is the same which pumps through wild geese.

Hold my hand when no ones looks,
Keep us a secret.
Kiss my eyes when I'm dreaming,
Show me you're not leaving.
Don't hugged me in their eyes,
Only when we're alone.

You don't need to call me baby,
In front of all your friends.
Don't need to say you love me,
In front of a screaming crowd.

When we are alone,
Out of the line of light,
Hold me closely,
Kiss me till my breaths out,
Squeeze my hand in the car,
Whisper I love you in the dark.

Just keep it between us,
So we know it's real.