"tributary"

tributary

a pair of feet linger

under inches of

cold river water.

they frame a face:

a pair of eyes.

and in them light

lingers from below,

projecting whispers of

a broken bottleneck:

sunken deposition.

a pair of hands extend

and so palms are doused

for the sake of glass,

transparent inquisition.

later on, a mouth tells her:

“it really was beautiful!

can you imagine how old

the pair of lips were

that drank from it?”

"A Toast--"

Please forget the empty bottles--

Leave them to withering hands,

So we can appreciate our fingers.

A Provisional Insight

It's the difference between quiet winter air

and department store soundtracks.

It depends on how you feel, my friend--

Like a windfall occurrence

after many unmarked calls.

Or when I take

Impatient walks through those clothing isles.

Hours on my toiling feet.

If I spot you even once,

it'd be worth my while.

(You're never around)

And Sometimes

It has a lot to to with the bicycle racks;

They aren't too beautiful

without your standstill spokes.

I left you flowers in them.

(You never knew)

I don't want to know when you work.

I enjoy to come alone at random times

to gain an insight

on love.

When The Time Comes

“Stand clear of the closing doors.”

Please.

Let’s be listless for a while,

I know a place.

There’s a room in this city...

Full of smoke.

If you’re lucky,

It’s at the stop with the children

slowly reciting valedictorian speeches.

Look for eyes that frighten you

like the aspect of love.

(That’s the one.)

Head a few blocks north,

and ring a door or two--

I’ll be down in a minute.

Write Back, In Black Ink

The bottom line is, the past was never black and white.
(I've been telling you for quite a while now)

It's about time we met in a field somewhere
to discuss our differences,
so the grass can tell you what I mean.
And for Christ's sake
the birds can play their part.
I won't even say a word.
(but I swear I'll get the idea across)

Perhaps I'll remind you that I once loved you,
but then again;
I don't want to break any promises.
My eyes will suggest a desire to touch a star
(It couldn't get any harder)

Maybe we'll meet there instead.
In the past,
Wrapped in all sorts of black and white.