sidewalk becons forward
a web of infinte silence
a cold apartheid of spoken affairs
in moderation, they said
ive skimmed the walls in afternoon crisp air
where i swore you stood with me there
i drained vitality from your lips
twice clutched my waterloo
a stained window bared into my soul
yet the flicker of the tinker
sank into abyss
moderation, they said
they rise at dawn
awaken me from the dark
how they bore into my soul
to check for vitality
when they stick the
needle it goes in
sweetly and i am
clumsily hoping that
i could stay in this
state of mind
for all of time
how is it that the
commotion of the commons
brings chaos onto this
doorstep of mine
how it pulsates
how it cries on its own
-i wish to go home
legs spread a summer ago
an arch that would bend space- perhaps time
with claws submerged in gemini lines
i spoke as if it were not me
she touched as if it were her
now blooms a new pirouette
and she dances so well
out of the pocket of a penniless poet
caught on her holy trinity of
a kiss, a touch, and the temptation of her presence
pages of caricatures made of ink from lustless, dry moons
haphazardly spilt some cream onto my mourning coffee but
since when does dread come in a silhouettes of long waves and dead eye locks
time, oh it flew too soon
it made a fool of me too
candy waterfalls made for a combustion
of simple nights and a tapping sensation
of doubt- much like dread
it hurls me into the closest bed of my lover who slept soundly
in steady vibrations of a ticking time bomb
alas a moment for you in peace
was one were I was crowded by the ecstasy
of loud propositions and silent convocations
a city dazzled by hithered frights and broken wine glass delight
and still I laid stoic
for time can be so cruel
