Street Crosser

Written: 2011-2012 x Edited: 2024

Abrasive.
Frightened by the
touch-
embers in a circle burn
as colored eyes strike once
or twice
to nothing.
Something wanted yet
something feared,
a blue friend passing back ‘n forth
from you to me from me to you-
Lie,
but please tell the truth.

A Room unguarded by a certainty
the envy of every Air-wick slick
middle-American dream,
pastel green and clean
as the embers in our eyes still burn
to nothing.
It’s something wanted yet
something feared,
blue friend passing back ‘n forth,
a mirror shifting swiftly
from you to me to me to you
lie,
but please tell the truth

Take it all now
for our sakes how
self approving, justified.
Once, twice,
but not yet three times,
If I could, I’d wish it all away
to stay
nothing. Just
something wanted,
something needed-
our blue friend passing back ‘n forth
conforming in its gift
from You to me from Me to you
lie to me gently, and
always hide the truth.