reve

 

 

 

From everywhere, every direction half happening, one side of the major axis of the eclipse;

we smile at eachother in simi orbits in the IHOP of compromise of sensate finger touching

and pretend caring.

 

You told me you needed a younger man. Not me, old as sailing ships, contrary as winds. You

asked for protection for your vanity but that I only show protection like the anti-virus shows

concern when the subscription is due.

 

And your big mouth sister has told almost everyone the Tiffany of me, broken, stained glass,

fastened to your shelf in such a manner as to make unavailable for other purposes.

 

Dangerous, this love s**t, only tolerable if the open blouse is the true invite.

My travesty is desperation. That's what I'll do, I'll tie you up with the same urge to

tie up tigers or wolves that, just might, urinate on everything nice. So I'll tie you up

ourdoors, in a field where junipers and polen whiz by and excite your allergys

and wish you lunatic, sneezing at moon dust, and I shall get some comfort in knowing that

I brought to you the schwarmerei of warm nights and the unwholesome

sentiment of tall  trellis days.

 

And just knowing that some damage has been done by the loss contact with the environment

I shall lay under the shed as the schizophrene might lay, playful and arbitrary

as the shearest pantyhose of mountain grapes

in the latticework of the vine arbor.

Reviews

[sienikeha]

excellence. truly! wonderful lines. the whole stretch.

"only show protection like the anti-virus shows concern when the subscription is due." -- ha!