Filmy

Lying on shimmers of gold
The foamy tide saunters
Risen from lake's where
Cirrus feelers of curious
Dolloped in opiate eyes
Salted until savory
We stretch out
On a towel
nation

How do I
get feath
To her

naked

So we can both fly
To see the truth
Clouds are
Cotton

Beds for only us

a pill-ow for your head

a discarded cord
or was it...
a lost piano note
pendulums starboard
and i, we, we're veering
slightly
off course
topsy  turvy
a metronome
of immaculate
chord disasters
choral in unity
off-key clear
speaking to
confess &
neverest
shun

bearing over
the other's
ex-act
ness

i will wear
a windbreaker
and listen loudly
as shut the fuck-up

flash of lightning
shutter pause snap
too dark to capture
and shaky to grasp
those wish stars

why can't we just be here now?
none of our pictures ever turn out
and we missed half of each second
no plans to poke out our other eye

winding the winch
won't help anything
once severed with
a devilish grin

the crispy tacky crackling
of a depth sounder's cackle
like a smokey with ears on
indicates
we're too close
to safe, dry land
lack the shallow
with me today

i beg you to come deeper
let's unfollow the wind
lick your finger and
do the opposite
of instinct

i kissed your face with a bow
ribbons of water pillaging
unfurling a frothy path
with the goosey V
of our ship

of a grandiose
graceful delusion
i ask you to cometh

on loss

she said,
"you're suffering a trama"
the first person to hold heavy
and not underestimate the volume

i remember feeling
startled and grateful
looking down, i saw
she took off my shoes

she read a novel
an eye opening clincher
in a single empathic sentence

thanks, dude

ewe you u mine i eye snuggly creature

you really feel it
because trying
you never did
and failure
was me

and now?
you want me
to come brightly
you're mis-taking
this as trigger shy
but, it's really just
blown out brains

headless horseman

defibrillation

just hearing her azure sadness
adhered paddles to my chest
and i suppose i'm to blame
for staring at its shadow

ribbons fray
and disintegrate
acid rain's fashion
down to the quick
her fingers dilate
colder volume

remember those nights
wallowing over the piano
when indulging had meaning
before it became thee habitual?

and i don't mind

i've proven brakes
squeaky, yes

as she goes under
motor oil gives her
a midnight muse
so slippery

we listen to m83 and cry
because we're 17 in 2012
pouring virginal curiosity
but we wear the skin
of mid-thirties
women

we light bottle rockets and cower
pull our pants down to show the lace
we want you to feel some-thing strange
though, we act surprised when you speak

sitting on the hood of a van
we kept saying, "some day..."
and whispering, "i wonder..."
and here we are, stashed
no pacific ocean  in sight
beach house deserted
spray painted graffiti
hiding the dream
in the wells of
our minds

if you listen closely
you can hear the wind
whistling through her hair
fuchsia tights dangling over
some blown out window sill

some day
i'll wonder
once more