admision

 

 

mouthwash on the

hillside the spikes stick out

and holding

the cliff in one

fell swoop

i'm climbing and riding the crevasse

barren

except for the

lilacs in bloom

or hyacinths

i am not sure, she

sent me a message a

week ago

and i can't think of a reply,

Yet, i feel her with me'

commenting

on

laying across the front seat,

against me,

humming the wiggle foot

how beautiful NY looks in

traffic across the G.W. Bridge

and in two hours

of back to back

truck stop

ped

in the

middle of the

her

hair smells of

her pillow

so fresh her flesh

swims my stomach

where she rolls over

backwards to kiss me

the lips linger

in-between

bill the driver of the blue truck

looks over

as the trees bloom on the west side of the city

and

 

i am alone

 

 

 

just thinking of

 

 

you.