Second Law

It’s more like a spy film 

   And less like a western, 

But it still kicks dust in my eyes.

When the view is an exit wound, 

I’m happy to be the bad guy. 

But, Oh Mercy!…. I promise I’m safe;

I emptied my mouth 

     of bitten bullets and quiet restraint. 

Oh! but still, you forget yourself. 

You forget yourself. 

Oh! but still, you honor me, 

Like a word from Deuteronomy. 

Remember, strange dreamer,

Everything is just a feeling. 

Oh Mercy!  Im dreaming….

In pearls and hope 

Live wires and letting go-

I know how it looks, but

I’m just trying to wish myself home.  

TAGENT LINE (Batavia St.)

                        

There’s no way for me

To tell you, 

    I’m disappointed in your future — 

Where is that holy rolling soul, 

Born in fury and lived in lightning- 

And what have you done with all the cruel cruel electricity? 

Our hometown visits, wets my palette 

with maudlin tears, 

I drive down that old street, put a cigarette out on twenty years. 

I’d love you, if you’d only let me.  I’d love you so hard and deep, 

perfume my hair and wash your feet. 

It’s a champagne daydream 

heart attack honey bees

An impossible possibility….

I can only hope, 

Romancer, in another inky multiverse, 

We are together, 

alive in love and awake in forgiveness. 

There was a circle between us

And we were two points of a kind

But finally, in it, 

we found a straight line.