Patterns

The best good
Would 
Be 
To
Have 
A farmhouse kitchen (no. 139)
A place to wait (no. 150)
A tapestry of light and dark (no. 135)
Windows overlooking life (no. 192)
A few bed alcoves (no. 188)
And a secret place (no. 204)

Attention passengers: No pants on the subway today

pink panty wedgies

chicken skin leg jitters.

yeah- we’re really doin it!

do we sit or should we stand?

like a fab flash-mob

or a polar bear plunge,

It’s showtime, baby!

ritual goofiness has its way

the train sways with us

in mutual exaltation.

away from our cubicles
we can be kids again.

You are the cutest how did I find you?

even though our office smells like electric fishes
with irritability and light sensitive
    baby wipes
    rehearsal?
    Estuary
    things i can't do anything about right now.

I also love you left my wallet in yr car
lesbian touch then Yea
about that
You are always welcome

Ammon Bundy.  Tearful Obama
Childhood Guilt, Adult Depression

i like you.
i love you.
i miss you.
come back.

Lounge

The nap of a martyr's sulk, deep self-immersion,
garden chat in the mother tongue, making it about me going into complete nap, the queasy guilt of it, the body weaker now than for anything else.

Mind sheared, blood wire-tapped.
I felt a play for influence, through the charcoal static.
Disloyalty, I think, but a fading chat best left to the grown ups.

Tomorrows

"There was never no tomorrow. There was only just today." - Pedro Pietri

Good nights
end

in
thoughts

of tomorrows
and until next times

and the longest sweetest kisses

I once wished

would never
end.

Punto.