Where is the lost and found for a love lost?
“Try the train station,” an ally alleged.
“Where will it take me,” I wondered back,
“heart in hand,
past the epicenter of Insanity station…
’twas brillig there in Bikram land
Hot and humid as I manned the mat,
streached and strung – out like a band,
wrecked with the wet of overwhelmed glands and that
constant voice of calm command. ..
Apple Me, Papple Me, Tapple Me too
Apple Me, Papple Me, Tapple Me, too
decided to buy the iPad too.
“Hooray!”
“What fun!”
“It’s time we do!”
Cried Apple Me, Papple Me, Tapple Me, too…
your soul’s refraction
of seamless
satisfaction
Last Breath of Night
Morning let me die with you
for your breath is more promising
than death…
Webbed
Spinning
Eight legs
Smiling she waits
Silently
As I dance
I tremble with love
And twist about…
The Gift of Flight
Up lifting down…
air currents race
as they chase each other
in the dusk chill…
desire
I daydream oft of redemptive blood
splayed about
the room
about me…
