The lightness of your     spirit bounces by,
like a binding ether      joining all the dots.

a small word
equally stressed,
but gentle as breath
your mantra will get you home.

in an indigo colored room
warmth
soft sashes
smoke rising
almost too calm
the winds
of change
played soft in
the air
dancing

a humid night stills.
there are no stars
no signals
just motions for
the steady notions.

i have changed.
everybody does.
but there are some
moments i want to relive
that i can’t seem to
get a grasp of.
looking at my trails,
i do not seem to get that far,
i’ve been running in circles
for days.
i can only look back
and i can’t get past
the thick glass separating
the present and the days
of my youth.

i wanted to break the glass
but it resides within the
deepest chambers
of which i can no longer
retrieve

and

the beer in front of me
is getting warm by the
hour.

it’s another day of work
tomorrow.

had this certain mauve sweater that perked
her shoulders up so magnificent
paired it with hip high boots and tight *** jeans
and danced the light
nights away on the street making madness of the men
drunken clapping yelling go
baby go as the drum solo spent every last
bit of energy out from the fading sun
the whole entire night she danced on
a wild child meant to be a dead man's dream
and the smoke rose like a thousand
incense sticks from her heels her hips
as the lights flashed
her fandango