1.
how did we get so
so old so filled with desire
for babies and Bentleys and forgot
all about the ocean, fireflies
the small quiet miracles
of hands in the dark
tell me, tell me a secret
whispered along the chords of my heart
sheer white walls
tears and futile impulses
perceived limits of energy
technology of confusion
I need a palpable mouth to kiss
to save me from insanity
every day the masks we have become
a trap vortex a black
hole in the dream
2.
entering a vacuum
all is reduced a millisecond of
fondness and years of doubt
this level of dissatisfaction
simply rises floods in April
August drought and dust
all measurement
inclines toward an ultimate
a long wait a smooth
clear lake cold beyond
cold still in July
this is disarming
a race in a room with no door
an open maze black lace bra
white cotton panties all summer
working on the ultimate ponytail
the taste of watermelon and rum
your steady redeeming breath in sleep
night of solstice morning
of revolution
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