some plastic tomorrows

singularly, i

stand and watch your rhythm

the dew drops

the rest of it

what the hell, but i'm sleepless anyway

i was there when the revolution relented

took shots from better trained, well rested armies

and i'm fragments of epics

loose sentences scattered on pages

you're a perfectly constructed paragraph

slow, neat punctuation

the curve of the comma like your stride

so gracefully carefree

intertwined in the earth with your wanderings

offering quiet glances away from center

my central, philosophically speaking

was a pass to the left and noncommital commentaries

but i dug your breath

and i loved your crimes

stare at the way your words wrap 'round my skin

fine like the tribals before them

like the water's edge

like the falling sky

like you could split up midmorning

if you wanted to

and i want you to

Reviews

[Christie Moses]

This is beautiful, in such an off the wall and different way :)