softlyPoet

I just walked,
paced the forest.
People thought I had someplace
to go to, that I knew
where I was going
where I was supposed to be going.
People followed me
in circles
through the forest.
We walked,
and then slept. We slept
underneath the shady trees.

What do I owe you?
And you to me? Do we know
one another? Are we
but strangers, you and I?

We weren’t introduced
properly, the two of us.
We were two people
and then just one,
us both.

We sort of jumped
from twoness
to oneness
and so I don’t
think we know.

The boy was heartbroken, so
he took off his hat and he
passed in his papers and
fled
far away from the city
he ran
away, away,
away…

Will you tell
me a story
like the ones you
used to tell us?

Will you whisper
it in my ear
and let
me imagine
every detail?

I’m so tired,
but I just
want to hear
this last story
before I sleep
and dream…

Sleep, sleep, sleep
in the hollow log.
Night time magic,
forest cover-
the moss.

Sleep time away.
The burning midnight moonbeams,
they pierce through.
Listen to the forest
to the secrets that it tells.

Fuck the police!

Have sex
with the police!

Make love with
the police!

Love the police.

Gaze
into the eyes of the police,
fall madly,
deeply and
unequivocally
                      in love
                 with the police.

I slowed down,
we both did.
We had to.
We would
have gotten burnt.

I think I would
have liked
that better.

the twilight red

of the dark room

love you all night

again the next.

I still haven’t found the words
to describe the night
air as I leave
your house.

I know it confronts me.
I open the door and it
blasts all over
me, like jumping
into a lake
I’m covered in the night air
and I don’t
know how to put it into words,
but it’s perfect.

My wife the moon
the queen of
the court of the
kingdom of the starry night sky.

She sits upon
her throne way up
way up in the sky.
Miss her so.

Married for love,
for nothing else.
Wondering
if it was not enough…
But who
after all could resist
her faint glow-

the white siren
floating in the cosmos…