miss june i

vapor
hologram
incidental
aside
de minimis
small
nominal
nevermind
who?

Lovelife

Will we try and strive
Will the wind bend backwards
To tell you of the point

What you know

As plain and keen
As the nose on your face
To love this life

Will you let it go
‘Though I grasp steadfast

Will you take your gut to task
Grit your teeth
Tell yourself, Enough! I’ve won!

Will you entertain my fear
Smell my blood
Hear my defeat loud and clear?

Will you let me lose
Less than I deserve

Cinnamon billows
Morning’s first roar, for I hope
To awaken him

Mocking me he is
Red…masked…song sweet as Friday
Ev’ry last feather

Oh!
I shall exhale
Pray for pouring rain as my forum
For there I will make such weeping
And I won’t want them to see

Yes!
There’ll be no taste of salt
But mere ozone and clarity
Fresh, cold clarity
And latitude

And if I cannot
What then will I become…what?
Whisper, “let me go.”

Numb I have become
From the needle you’re holding
And you back away

Three
Three plates and three cups
Three bowls and three spoons
Three scooters and three stories
Three hearts and some bruises
Three