loft

It might seem

All this wretched week

I’m nights dreaming,

‘Till their drench ed sheets

Drape their flushed & fleshy souls

In the same town

Wet, & yet

Won’t drown

In deep waters

Just out the door, around.

.

They’ll soon drift,

‘Till noon, a different drift.

At long last They’re lift ed

A strong  love’s loft,

Soft, &

Gifted.

something

when i  kicked something at work,

it was an unsafe area & i  hurt myself

so i  kicked something at work

they walked me off the floor & now i  hate myself

so i’m off  for some time  at work

they’ll drop all charges if i  damn myself

when i kicked something at work

i was no fool for those rules  myself

a perilous  future

presently  at work

my past actions are passed factoring in for myself

i don’t know what to do   what will work

since i kicked something at work

Ann Serves Up & Verves Up

Man, she’s a looker &

Men,  do we look.

She’s there by that window

(At last,  She broadcasts

“Breakfast in my Nook”)

She’s there by that window

Daylight  delicately  shone

Through shade, chemise,

Through thighs,  so high

You sigh,  low moan,

Your  eyes  go  feast.

.

What Ann serves up  for free

Warms, and verves up me.

.

(As Ann  fleshes  it all out,

You benefit too, without one doubt.)

No Cakewalk

When I don’t hear from her

When we don’t talk

Instead of what might

just happen in late night

screwball comedies,

A black & white

Cakewalk

Where he keeps just missing her,

& unknown to her,  her one & only is  so near,

& you watch  & wait for them to wise up,

For when their timing improves.

When I don’t hear from her

When we don’t talk

Instead of just sitting tight,

& trusting the plot twists,

& our protagonists,

& all that insignificant subterfuge

Until it all plays out that

They can take cuts in the

Everything’s-Fine   waiting line

Instead of that

He keeps just missing her.

.

.

.

.

Yesterday at the yoga class

I was asked to  exhale out

All inside I saw as unsettled.

And all this matter  turned to air.

Then, intake air. More awake.  More aware.

Words Fall, Spaces Would Fill

A man in a dilemma

A fool in such a fix

You’ll expect such a trainwreck

You’d see a face transfixed

And  torn.

.

but

Emboldened by her shine on him,

Words fall into place & into spaces between them

Would fill  with good feel

Comprehension.

Words Go  &

Cohesion,

Not torn.

Coffee Break Theology

The sight of a meteor

Might signal us

To kiss and cuss.

You’ll utilise your

Cues-to-Be,  or tries

To be..the spiritual

Realized

Beast  the best

Of us are.

.

We’ll take it.

“Bridge’s Out”

.

.

“Bridge’s out”

A boy in a blue scarf shouted.

But a girl with high boots and a cape

only whispered  “Icy  isn’t  safe”.

Both their lines seemed to lift steamlike,  upwords,

opposing  most all  downfall  white

(On his hair,  in her eye lashes).

White  lit it all,  it meant to mask the night.

.

Ethereal, yet so real, their faces were so pale.

They are, I thought, not far from fainting.

I strained to scout beyond them,  they stood out

Stark against wood and trail.

It confused me, admittedly, I might see a  painting.

.

“Watch yourself”,  their voices, close,

It sounded some  like me  who

confoundedly joined their chorus.

Starting down to the river,

I shake off a shiver under my clothes.

I take a deep icy breath, then take a step nearer chaos.

One Warning

It’s not only at night

One ought to be quiet

So as not to .startle

A sleepwalking man

                .

So  you stay still

Mostly  I still do

I wouldn’t awaken

A sleepwalking man

                         .

He’s steering past scenery

He’s deaf to the dreadful din

It’s as if imbedded in him

An old ghost holes up

And mostly he still goes

All lost.

He’s explosive

World wrecking

But mostly he’s expecting

All lost.

She’s Readying Our Bed

We’ll be signalled by the sound of the sheets

And come running in a beeline

More like  felines;

Harrison, Kayryan, then there’s Carl.

We’ll wind our way

Towards  sheer clouds  and sure play;

I’d guess less Hide than Seek.

I’d bet about No  “A-Boo”,

It’s more all Go  for “Peek, Peek, Peek”.

Us cats & kitties will fly in from nearby cities.

Boy, We’ll bound up there…

No, we’ll feel free  and go

Unbound

Up upon there.

“No, You phoria”

“Euphoria”

& for her, right back

“No, You phoria”

Our joy was stacked,

Pallets!   Muy high

We’d ballet,  & Bali Hi

We’d dip, over deep,  & sleep some

We’d awaken  our way, um,

We’d make our way, best we can

To our best Russian waitress and

Have our own hashbrowns, eggside

She’ll pour our coffee for our ride

homes