Blond BMX brat
I wrote him a mystery
The first boy I went crazy for
I don’t know what for
Day after day did I watch
From my window
My letter in his hands
I wonder what I said
Perhaps it was just my gesture
Each day he pedaled faster
I heard him finally take a guess
He had hope in his voice, or disbelief
They battle it, but
I challenge their small thinking
In my cello’s voice
What polish, what shine
Will you see me wear today
What love to put on?
No need any more
Wishing, or worse
A third arm
Ambient days and nights every time
Perfect Puerto Rican coffee
Every time
Porch swings that don’t creak
A squirrel who’ll stay long after lunchtime
And you
Open eyes forbid this
But I still break for magic
Bring me long shadows
Unorchestrated, lingering glee
Wait while I watch us all exhale
Healed now from last week’s barrage
Listen with me, will you?
The fight-song building
Gather up we, the sun-spilled relief
Before we march again
You spew your toxins
You won’t get down on your knees
You steal their first food
The battle is twofold
And feels insurmountable
Truth comes from the North
And appears as the enemy
Illness attacks at Dawn
And the signal is giv’n
At these intersections, I must choose
And I conclude, I’ll live to fight
Befriend the enemy
And let it slay hope at Dawn
I roar, whilst in David’s clothing
An Amazon, though oh-so-small
Ought, by the world’s measure, back down
But no
I take aim
You play the unwinable game
The ground, you roam
The fall, your home
The dirt your resting place
I want to kiss the liquor from your lips
And your need for it
I want to escort the pain from your blue eyes
To help you see again
That American Beauty of a wife
Those sweat-stained boys
Who think you are their life
The all of us who need you
Clearly
Back To The Notion
Each And Every utterance
Is Only For Them
