I wish I could blow kisses
onto anemic papered lines...
Imprisoned, in a Praxinoscope film.
You're every season, every shadow...
I wish I had more space instead
of flirting with the claustraphobia...
Here, I am.
I sit wide-eyed and ready for the day...
Mamma Mia! Maestro, mute the music!
My mouth must meditate, moreso mediate...
Outside my window
a red scarf and bowler hat...
With my nose pressed against glass, I'm kissing
turtle heads, neck exposed to fluorescence, almost...
From the start of daylight
through the night...
"Poetic Forces"
Through me too words do flow...
Ever so quietly, I watch you
with your desperate ear wide open...
There's no beauty in one sided love...
it's not even love...
Why do I write?
A question often asked...