Inviting yourself
for a kiss of wasp...
Betwixt forest floors
lies colorful foliage...
Searching hegemony
by a lazy eye was not...
You are repeating
hymns to douse the flames...
Brain
Crawling at first...
We will watch the
sunset in cahoots and...
As the sun burns the night
Or the life’s wavelengths that wandered threw...
Dried knuckles will
not fondle the small moons...
One day balancing over
waters, someone drops dead...
I guess I’m getting better
As I’m getting worse...
You may go around the world
to touch the moon...
drafty quiet embankments
of sanctuary under the blankets...