spurious tremble of sound
drab smoke, fat smog
just loitering, lingering

where's the golden egg yolk running
down your stubbled chin?
the blue eyed engine of wit?
the brown skinned hurricane of breath?

i want the thundering honey of
your raining words
sparks unwritten
now written

not this slop, these ***** mops
impartial waxen masks feigning dance -
measly, cowardly, snow-less winter of
self-indulged blather

give me the ceaseless maniacal
thrill of your shrill song -
the moaning joy, deranged ****** of dreams
hissing off the wings of dragon flies
darting around a lake of fire and hunger

soak me with the thirsty meaning of
presence, hook me on the soggy saturated
labored meaning of your waves

melt me on the nebulous butter
of your words that orbit and loom
like Jupiter's jagged distant song

i'll wait
for you