and then you touched me

you tangled and mangled your way into my being;

me
next to your moist fingertips
increased affection in the
cutaneous existence of
what is here
and there
and light and gray
and dark
and then you touched me.

the lark outside my window panes of
membrane
transmits noisily cartoonish absurdity;
the most lovely thing emotive,
fluidly,
translucent, and bubbling
with wonder
wandering aimlessly as
the memory of your
passionate energy
lingers in my memory
as sticks and fragments
of glossy knowledge

slow moving fried connectivity
cyclic and cyclonic weather
that is human tragedy;
severed

what's wrong with bubbe

words that sit in my heart
passionate energy

soft young skin
just a day ago
that took 10 years to see
the wind blew softly through his wispy
baby locks
eyes big and blue and understanding
with an air of love
i could trust it
it was all i could trust

the tears poured like unstoppable falling leaves
from the baked trees under which we lay
in the drying grass
amoung the cicadas
singing loudly
accompanied by the fireflies

that a day before we caught in a jar thinking they'd live in there forever and we'd always have a natural glow of living light

you knew what i meant
you still know what i mean

but now, the light is gone
your eyes are older
the spirit behind them is breaking
and i've reached as far as i can handle
on the brink of breaking myself in half in an attempt
to bandage you

wouldn't it be nice
if the world that lives in you
revealed itself to you
before it's too late

wouldn't it be lovely
if the beauty that resides in your soul
forced you to know it
before you rip the soul from your being

wouldn't it be refreshing
if the words i write
existed not
in the protein of your existence

dc sleeps alone tonight

"the only thing
keeping me dry
you seem so out of context
in this gaudy apartment complex"


alone this night of
celebratory excitement

two chances
to win
one chance
to die

the world spins around
my existence
the moments of locale
and grace
and movement

energy in action
of which i desire to
be a member

residing in this lonely
existence
won't you be to me tonight
what i have been to you
for the last ninety

if only in my mind