Alight a laugh a lack a day
forget those enervating nights
lackadaisically dismayed
makes for too few delights
In eyes that spark a roaring flame
inside my being dark and cool
I gladly fall into their frame
and bask in their renewal
When only once did I just smile
now love uplifts my weary lips
that I might just once in a while
fall into your light and kiss
A laugh with you, within the hour
A lack in me is lacking power

I have a girl now
she is
beautiful, really
she's smart and she
laughs
and she calls all my bluffs

I have her now
she has me too
so it's fair
if you ask her or me

I have a girl now
and I smile because well
I'm  happy
she says
she's happy too

I have my girl
and I've lost my girl
though I have her now
so I smile

At night, only sometimes,
and maybe I'm drunk
I look for her
for my girl

but I'm drunk
so I smile
and smile
and I smile
and grin ear to ear
and smile
(so I think)
as I smile
and grit all my teeth
and grin all the while

Nothing's without beauty
when the sun is sitting low,
gently kissing the horizon
everything begins to slow

The keen, abundant hues
of day break down as Venus climbs
into soft burnt orange and pinks
as the sky becomes sublime

Shadows cloak the earth against
the coming cold of night,
evincing each thing's beauty
in the transient twilight

Kepler seemed to get it,
the closer you are
the faster  you go
towards

being further

(far...)
and



further

moving (...slowly)
slow
and

slower

away from (your focus)
your shining star.

I can't deliver the dawn
the sunset is bleak
when it rains in the ocean
the skies are opaque

I can't reign in the darkness
when time is an arc
but I feel the weight
of solitude

I love you
he said

how much?
she said

the world
he said

there's more than
that

the stars and moon
the universe
the hidden leaves
he said

she blushed

I love you too
she said

I know

the depths of the
Antarctic snow

she said
he said

I love you too

she said
he said
she's dead

she bled
the light of moons
eclipsed

I love you too
he said
she said
is it too soon?

away she slipped

the way a tide
decides a ship

She takes his hand
not the whole thing
just the last *******
in  her  cradling fist

"she says something"
it doesn't matter

"He says something"
it matters even less

his fingers slide
through hers;
she grasps air

but she walks away
and he looks back

I lie awake
(truth asleep)
and think of when
the sand would pulse
beneath our feet

the beach
wet from the slow retreat
of an ocean
would wring out
just for you and me
when our soles touched

here, only
dream pressed
footprints
keep their form
tide nor current
bleeds their line

someday we'll walk
(souls pulsing time)
the whole coast dry
sunsets only
as our guide

seagulls pull the sun of mourning
up into the starless sky
flawless skin set free of midnight
taught against the azure heights

foaming waves and swirling sand grains
calmed upon her soft approach
settle into morning's daybreak
braced against the coming cold

a million stars to chase her warmth
and barely light the darkened sky
where one once flared a burning love
sit countless others counting time

between the twilight and night
passion burns away to quiet

It's a quarter past 3,
AM or PM, I'm not sure
The bottle's half empty
but maybe it's the second or the
third or the fourth,
it's hard to tell when they're smashed
Now it's a quarter full.

I think it's foggy outside,
but it might just be in my head
and it's cold and damp,
but it might just be in my head

My splitting head,
My own, cleaving,
continental rift

It's a quarter past 3,
again? I'm not sure, maybe
it's just been a minute. The
bottle's only half full.

The edge of the horizon sends
its edge extending, never ledge nor end
where it should cease and dip
beyond the lip of the blue ring

Beyond the lips of summer nights
that slip themselves in dark delight
between the slits
of shivering venetian blinds
that draw at dawn when

edges that forever flight above,
beyond, out past where sight
draws light into its final Form
where only there anew it's born

It's an escape, he said,
passing the bowl

It's inspiration, said the second,
exhaling slow

It's god, said a third,
laughing hard

The last one held it,
not saying a word

I've never heard a piano
say a single
word

Though it always seems
to tell the
truth

Back to back with spines
all lined up binding crumbling
on old tomes
the musty scent of
aged words wafts
off the books into my world
As I walk their quiet rows
they jump at me from
quiet shelves
rumbling deep inside
my mind there finding
solace with myself

Summer on the lips of spring
Sweet scents wafting, blossoms bring
Underground into the sun
Voices, refreshed, nature sing

Oh no...
oh no, no, no.

Yes...

Yes!

"Yes."

Say it once and I'll
believe it
say it twice and I
won't blink
Say it three times I'll
besiege it
Keep it silent, I'll
relate

one pair of blue jeans
and 23 shirts
I'll run forever
but it always....