I'm your poet, I'm your pain
I'm your forever never was
In the black chill lake
Right at moonlight
Listen as I hide my scream
Dressed as a ballad.

I'm your sculptor, I'm your sanity
I'm your always and forever
Colorless hallucinations
A nostalgia induced sight
Hold me gently in a second
Then vanish before I wake up

I'm your painter, I'm your dream
I'm your never looking back
Blinding lights of evermore
Baggy jeans and icy grins
Baby we were an eclipse
Ephemeral like my wish.

Every morning
When you wake
My mornings
Come alive.
I Watch you dress
Put your make
Up on
I do smile as the
Day goes on.
Then at night
When you disappear
I begin to sulk
Having nothing
To leer.
When you return
And the lights go on
All your beauty
Is back where it belongs
In the morning I will
See you later
Your ever
loving
wallpaper.

Mendicant women
Harangues  passers  by
For dollar or two

Sitting small, hunched
Near the department
store door
Hoping for some grace

Not life but me:
    I'm the maker
    of my laughter

now your name may be redeemed
your wanderings freed into new

adventures

or maybe you will still stay inside a while

inside the boundary lines

four fields

corona

Everyone wants

to be a leader

though they can't

even be their own teacher