If You Were Here

I would say yes 

no hesitation 

not like it was 

because scared 

is no way to 

careful is 

until I had your

I was unsure how 

then it was like

was a month 

your mouth

more would 

not matter

Tell Me

Which sun split in two why
is my heart racing along
to help

Pilamaya

For your slight smile
how sweet never noticed
for the Julian hawk on top
of the small tree
and the obelisk looming
behind at the hot springs

waiting for the next
shadowing

Mind Is

My mind is not here so where
do we look next
for time

crunch in my head

Max Headroom
that sarcastic robot
haunting two a.m. eye blinks

My haircut almost exactly
like his

       where


does this leave me
where doesn't this
leave me

      alone

And Sad Is The Day

When we said goodbye our backs facing
backwards where we left it moving
sprouting wings then following us flying
everywhere we went

I tried conversation once
a laughable solution because of rain
then sun and the threat of snow

My thoughts just poured out
freezing in intricate patterns
swimming like fish upstream
downstream to the nowhere towns
that were theories in a certain light
whole cities holding desire at bay

Maybe all this could be said
in a different language
one we were just learning
to speak again to each other

Body

Of a leopard a cat some big stretch
those paws with their retracted
deadly weapons of sweet destruction
his body came between us a fact
we could not get rid of at daybreak
when even the dust motes acting jealous
of what was impossible to leave behind

Thought About His

Well, his hands for one I thought swollen
but then looking gave me seagulls velvet leaves
and every sort of caterpillar the same colors
in the sweater I knitted for what's-his-name
don'tcha wonder how this passionate messenger
enters and exits just at a critical time
planning would not have made this more
perfect it is so much like a dream these past six
seven months did anything else spill over and slosh

Thought Too Much

I cannot feel only think
about you until I go back
but isn't this forward motion away
instead of toward how strange
this circle back beginnings
I think was an ending erasing
that again and more thrill up ahead
you chasing a shadow for years

So many years I wondered nothing
and yet suddenly everything matters
so now I feel it feel the pull back
to then and how what's missing isn't

Many Days Beyond

My favorite little plum trees now gone
from back of the Vintage Inn why

With Dad at the hospital with Mom
at the hospital this is no kind of life

Dear life:

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