blackfoot busker: i love the sun
it comes in slanted. woulda missed ya--
but glanced at you while passing Earth.

i'm glad he did. what keeps me going
a daisy chain reaction fusing

us. what floats around your mind, my brother
inside your eyes' sarcastic smile?

were you just looking at the devil?
i fondled my sardonic heart.

so while you're here, you may as well...?
but keep your ocean swell a secret--
like children we have never seen
except their screaming wounds that face
the world.

but keep your ocean swell a secret--
like cradle snatchers, velvet clad
that move through love
to slop up sugared guts.

keep it a secret--
like the wilderness, or skylines
like mud, or brown gulf water.

like happiness, or harvest moons
or anyone you've ever met.