9.08.2005

 

statements and metaphor

eyes are wisps of clouds
you’ll never know the last time we
laugh out of love
i’ll stay ahead, unbowed
eyes on the stars above

mind is depth inclined
you may never volunteer all
that you may know
i’ll not crawl behind
eyes on the ground below

dreams are blurred sunshine
thumb out to the night sky
alleging mysteries
you might stand first in line
you might wire me in series

life is giggling serious
i followed you here in moments
of pulse, pulp, and contradictions
you might not laugh in hearing this
my eye’s inverted fictions


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