Transferring action lit by dim candlelight Forming sentences by the wind A tall tale underneath painted purple bed sheets Mysteries of life and the gatekeeper's lazy hand
A transference of love through the page Bringing images by words and meter Peter tempting Gabriel two times or more Contracts ripped in half by two lover's quarrel
Necessary are these hours Staring far into the stars Nodding not into sleep, for That Is too easy
I nod for the scent of freshly shampooed wet hair Or the glance of the eye downward from shyness A tell that all is not stable, though both are quite able To take what they will if they wanted if they could
An annoyance Like the ***** of a finger on a rose petal Ironic Like stubbing one's toe On your recently bought golden toilet bowl
Fresh are you, fruit of the Mid west The snow in your hair never melts Consequence beseeches you, fair angel My heart is but a spool of yarn, fallen and tangled
Quick, in first gear To the rear go the spears Holy water pipes and Misinformed volcanoes are but a wish To see destruction On what we familial souls Claiming belief in what we love
What does one need other then A room with a key and lock? These men and women who flock To shiny office and cloud piercing cathedrals Are mere coffins ***** and metal
Lost in flight Reaching for a moon that does not wish To house us
Another night passes. The dawn is quick to rise. Mornings moon disappears From sight behind the trees And the marble fountain made For the phantom of petty monarchy.
And though the phrase Is spoken in a nightingales song Does not mean that a razor doth hide Underneath the tip of the Very same tongue