the tang and the toll
that so swiftly steal my quiet,
in the center, yes, perennial riot!
on me it could never suit,
such abeyance as to render mute.
This is a call for catastrophe!
That sheer mad empowering cacophony!
i chase it, i can taste it,
so near i'm stepping on its heels.
it creeps like a breeze up my sleeves
(though it shone like stars
before the bop.
now circle those stars
about the brain)
be gone you brainy endeavors!
so prod the prickled pleasures
of a pickled platypus
miss mad and messy muss.
Butterflies and
wonder eyes,
hummingbirds caught
in my throat.
A thousand birds flying through
the sky is white noise.
Upon close examination i find
that the thought of you fills
me with joy.
May we never be complete,
but completely free.
In the untelling i feel the
pace of your pulse.
in the midst of your mind
i've found a nest, feathered
and soft, your eyes
have their quiet, in the center of
chaotic riot there is a note
only you can play.
As dawn creeps we have yet to sleep,
crawling under covers toward semi-darkness and you;
all the light is blue.
We hold our breath and hands,
beneath the blankets, stop the sands.
Time shakes its feathers around us,
squawking and chortling in
our ears.
Carefully, carefully, so as not to tip the coffee cup,
I circumnavigate your body while all
the world wakes up,
twitterpated, hungry, restless murmuring within-
secrets
whisper to me from beneath your skin.
They have known you since before you were born.
They have always been
hiding,
in the
ticklish spot beneath your ribs,
found only by the will of the moon,
within the womb.
I say, when you cannot wish on stars
wish on streetlamps.
Another story, another romance,
another dream sits waiting at the coffeeshop
on the corner,
tapping her toes on wet, tired tiles,
watching the puddles form faces
on the streets outside.
