Each burn towards the other leaving the other lasting and sound
A matter of belching and squeezing the sound out of the rest of the place
a heart races
the figure moves
The ultimate nature of the pleasure of the men is the same as pleasure felt
As sounds to know the truth as women sit and talk about one another, truthfully
some cry
some cry a lot
Is that chair going to keep sitting there, looking at me, looking like a vagina
And are the vapors going to hold just for a minute like the 60 year old drag queen
too much rouge
& minor adjustments
A risible dripple down the floor as a hampering for distance and quench the quake
Behind the town where the trees riot higher and reach, always reaching, never reaching
their leaves fall
like quenched crying
If the distance is perfect then as you walk away there is a more perfect perfect coming
And if the one can evade the long tie time the gleaming great-hearts are there with it
singing and
staging war
This isn’t a game and playing around with the emotions of real human beings will fail you
There will be other failings and too many hang-ups and there is something I need to tell you
I haven’t told
anyone, anyone
To observe so many ways of moving green, murder as growing grass and cutting up the other bits
The nevering abandon grows and plants secrets where the growing gives up and turns to simple gas
what the hole
is for
The comes in and stands in the room the cleanness of understanding shifts the blame to the other room
Do you fathom what this means, when the curl and flutter comes close to being a great idea in the horror
lips to grip
and wet nights
If you fall and take the choice in choosing you know you made your choice by not standing so still
Still, there are tempers to treason the gadgets that help to make the choice and they’re en route, stalled
somewhere up
there in the Bronx
And the entire household contains all the non-mourning relatives that have nowhere else to go this time
And the guest bedrooms all moan at night, the lurk, click, discipline for darkness, and slushing in the dark
a simple shush
and small stains
To be punished and rewarded in the same sentence and feels like men and moms moving to another town
Like taking the road because you’ve been taking it your whole life and don’t know what road means
too late to say
love wasn’t it
Going courting with the missing parts and the blessings that hover over the bed and beckon for more fruit slices
The word for “neither” you have doesn’t reckon to the real reasons that make your face so fancy and
so simple it
doesn’t smile
Up the back, higher, fanning, falling, filling up the rest of the basin, and forging a document like a family
No faces as cloaks and the eulogy allows some to grow apart and others to grow as one, they all share so much
genes and sisters
sharing jeans
The day disappears as calmly as it arrived and forgets all about the stress of the inbetween bits
There was no being there for him, on the holidays, and it killed he wasn’t there for his family and
what did he do
unlikely to be true
We move to the music now and dance and sway to hold each other closer and that feels and we’re so close
And the breath, the trimmed beats, the alignment of the metronome makes it monotonous and boring and
we call that
enough for now
In a time when moving makes Colorado seem comfy there are other places still to move to and that’s alluring
Here it comes, outstretched and whistling the whimper as if it were a song, a song stable enough to dance to
forward, forward
and side close
