Rebound
There
will be occasional slips,
faltering
steps within a dream
Backward
and forward
we go
into the odd
An
unknown someone
is leading
us forward,
tripping
into the blue
We
follow along in what
could
be a real cliff-hanger
And as
always,
we wake
up just in time
to grapple
with coffeepots
Passing
Through
1.
in a
mist
rising
off the left bank
we
flounder over
half-eaten
thoughts
i press
your back
against
wet tree bark
leaving
a soft mould of shoulder
the
tree accepts your shadow
it is
filled with our breath
2.
we stop
to look
at
rotten screen and broken trim
from a
side door
a torn
curtain waves
blatant
poems run and hide
later
i reach
for you under rumpled sheets
but
your side of the bed remains unblemished
an
indented memory
pattering
footsteps
a bell
car
doors
the
faint sound of a distant engine
3.
on the
sidewalk
there are
ancient worlds
of cracks and lost tongues
escapees
breaks for change
but the
rain is relentless
atoms
split and diffuse
across
the intersection
with
buried hands
i step
into a momentary pause
4.
floating
above surface
i fall
into night dream
shrouded
in uncertainty
i
stumble over misplaced lives
along
the avenue
where
we stand together
waiting
to be gone
Sandpit
Fastball
I feel
the need to say something
before
closing another chapter
but it
seems almost futile
The
distance of childhood
is
fading from memory
and my
steps are much too slow
It
would be nice to wake up again
but
it’s all so damn tiring


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