She serves.

Conversation slows to dust

In the air disturbed drifting
Ghosts of the year I kissed



her and now 


Jealousy without knowing

Ever asking after hearts

Answers winding



in my arms


Held protesting soft and true

Early morning red or white

Losing lengths of myself



in her hair


Washed out paintings left away

Locked in luggage for a while
Sometimes sitting and remember



when she rings


On occasions she hints at

Other passions which will pass
Nothing serious she says



how 'bout you?

& green eyes.

At length I realize
You're a reflection

Looking for pointers
In porno and chick flicks


You said that I fit your

Ridiculous romance
The brand of my buttons
The timeline we share


Can't deny you're lovely

But sometimes in green eyes

It's only me & me

& what & saw on TV



You said you might love me
But don't know what that means


I wish I could fix you
But you're not broken at all


You're happy as can be


I get the feeling that it's over

But I get it all over.

How I like it.

                                             Black
                                        for the
                                           most
                                              part.

             I might dabble in green but always prefer,
             always   return to black.  Not just some-what black:
                I won't      be satisfied until it's opaque.              Let
                  it steep         until it's cool enough to           drink.
                    Black         and bitter. So bitter. So      good -
                    - company improves the taste, although
                         I'm quite satisfied to sit with
                             a book, or to simply sit.
Sometimes (not nearly as often as I used to, but we must
always make exceptions to having less time to ourselves)
                  I take the time to sit and soak you in.

                                 This is how I like it.

Everything you want is just a dream.

Well it's true
That you can't have everything
Everything you want is just a dream

A way to make you lose your place


This is you
Reflected in your summer days

A photo framed of one more way

Pictures left of you --



 (Or a journal where I quoted

Quite enough to not forget

The way you made me real)



 -- so I could say:


This is a chance to make an ending
As endings pass us by.

It's all been done before.

Before long our calls extended
two hours & range to cover

more than I ever intended.


I get the funny feeling that

you don't trust that I am real
(or you're not quite certain yet).


This is
what I
dream of
sometimes


on & on.

Post-election saison.

When the rain sets in
I remember when the rain set in

And when the rain sets in

I remember leaving you


Sunday night again

In the dim light watching you sleep
When it was too clear

Clear to me you were complete


I tried to fit you
To fit you like a puzzle piece
I tried to fit you
To fit you like a couple sweet


When the rain sets in
I remember when the rain set in
And when the rain sets in

I remember leaving you


In late November

We missed the signs that passed us by
The roadside littered

With all these dreams that drift and die


I tried to draw out

Buried between our grey on white

If you had your doubts
In the way I tried to hold you tight


When the rain sets in

I remember when the rain set in

And when the rain sets in
I remember leaving you

Four friends and lovers.

I couldn't sleep last night
I watched the drifts set in

Snow hid the way you left

Shedding your restless skin


All of your steps blanked out
Though not the things we were

Or how you poured yourself

Out of the ice we stirred


Still winter can be said

To preclude something new
A chance to thaw these dreams

Or try our hearts anew


For now an artist set

Before a blank canvas


I draw out mem'ries & regrets

Belief is a moment lost to everyone I know.

In the evening earth was shaken
Leaving us unnerved but close
Untold inches earthquake stolen


All the tons of earth that kept us
Buried bodies stone and clay
Fall away and leave us frightened


Tell me what ends we might pursue

To the hearts we thought we knew

Let go of all our futures

Hold close everything I see

And these ends draw you to me


Belief is a moment

Lost to everyone I know
Faith in love was first to go


In moments everything is lost

We rediscover hope and trust

The days we have are left to us


Tell me what ends might bring us close

Between rage and earth exposed

All hope is endless water

Put my trust in what I see

And these ends draws you to me


Oh --- I would gamble

All the life I have to play
On a chance for just one day.

Forth and back of hearts.

It was late last night in Autumn
Lost amidst our Eve and Adam

Where they strayed

Before they lost their way


On the the edge of my perception
I discerned the sad perfection

Something true
Her eyes were set on you


She was something so familiar

I perceived at once you knew her

But so strange
She was too much the same


If all the ghosts I locked away

Would do their best to stay that way

Moving on
I would be long since gone


But I watched you drawing nearer

In the dream you reached out to her
Puzzle piece
Your finger tips must meet


Two of you so hesitated

Lost in past and future fated

Wanting that

Some other claims to have


If your hopes are set to save her

Push your fingers through the mirror

Disappear
And let her heart be free.