A strong jaw
a trick of light
or a scar
and a guitar
and the field mouse
who’s fields are on fire
Running
living in dreams and Dance

I like your idea of a high school play;
Juvenile, an erotic musical embarrassment
The magnets in your mattress
and your Eyes
left me shy and stupid
wondering where you came from
when you came from
what you see

Concern in spoiled night
and homeless Peruvian house guests
Tinkering with gingerbread molding
and Jeff Buckley records
Of all of it
I’m just glad you could live vivid
and I learned relaxation
under the power of Nina Simone
in-between deep deep breaths

This is weird
Like a waking moment
in which I could live forever