i hurry the poor
faucet
so my body may
drown a tad
quicker
than if
let go
at rate
so comforting.
what of eyes when
crossed, when
given choice
of sides
as if to say
both, neither,
same.
Posts published in May 2006
and you walk, chris, as though
someone calls you– yet, you do not
run– in steady crawl, you follow to
be as leader with others stampeding by
the high, nasal sweet
caress of the yellow/white
honey nest
the leaves of lengthened
limbs shiver in the
temperate breeze
a’brushing by
the grey fairies
rush as
shower’d stars,
unaffected by this
looker, onward moving
between their field
above the asphalt,
glittering
as much as i turn to take the trodden path,
the curve keeps turning me further away
and i cannot say i mind in the slightest
the ripples, life:
signs the world is here
to stay
i can forget you
exist here,
but, still,
you cross thoughts
to see i’m alright.
as i walk from touch of
sun to shadow, i
fall eyes to reality
and all is darken’, still
straddling the
shadows
to know daybreak be__
see the
colorful fairies
dart from side to
out of eyes
footsteps,
falling,
a comical
dance ‘mongst
the tallings