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.