Inadvertent Pick-Up

I left with you to take a walk today

but three of us came home.

Perhaps we ought to be more

careful when we roam

into the cosmos like we do.

Although we rather like it now

that we’re no longer merely two.

Who knows, perhaps tomorrow we’ll

turn into four. Or more.









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Eventually

Eventuating circumstance –

attenuating forms –

Existence’ cool response to us

eventually warms.








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Tell Me Everything

Distract me with exact abstractions.

Tell me how, although we’re sure we feel its

pressure and its call, there isn’t anything at all.

Justify why blueberries get into pies.

Illuminate the nature of erection in the penis

and the geodesic dome. Surprise

me with an untoward unfamiliar sense of home

so I might fathom how to love it as you love it.

Tell me what’s beneath it and above it:

what it smells like, how it tastes.

Tell me why the soul is made of foam.

Describe the way, for you, sweat bastes,

or doesn’t baste, desire. Tell me

just what you require. Perhaps we’ll coincide,

decide to ride together on the next outgoing tide.






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