immortality softshoe with stolen line

you meet in the street everyday
with blonde jokes and cannibal, the never
stop questioning, antonius.

the motie cafes serve astounding flash
on the half shell. happy hours on sundays.
a missal keeps the peasants home.
checkovian love, with attitude. there is so much of me
in you i want to explore . the rocks are endless
but they make this rock removing machine? they make water
shoes /we can wade into the ocean where death is in a shark
or a lungfull of salt. we can bluff our
way out of conspiracy. vetted and bottled for safe levels of mood
altering drugs.

the cat wishes to be in my lap. she's heavy
with kitten, my gift to her, a yoke for a month.
despite my bitter honesty, i love the plum's taste.


in the leap, becomes the space for guitar i=
miss the way immortality teases 2012. the cat,
a kitten herself desires the insides of boxes,
the huge xmas gift bag, snowmanned w/scarf,
is her favorite sneaky hideout. she is hobbes.
like the cartoon. her eyes are copper. someone

is calling on the phone, it is my daughter. my son
refuses to bring it to me. grrrr. the cell rings, i have
to get up anyway. how can one contemplate death
when there's all this singing going on?
her voice the doves of god.


she has food on the grill and missing items.
last nite it was a lockout rescue from the carnival
with mom, tomorrow it'll be a vitamin D counseling session
under the front eaves with midlife crisis.

none of this is captured by ingmar. kitchen appliances
form the wash of ocean over stone. horses as background.
repeated pasts written and published for intellectual vodka.
a game of chess, animated, in full battle
gear with intriguing plotline
and virtual goggles. the insides of art.




some of us will live until the first bridge
and some of us will watch the left behind from heaven's gates.
science is a techie cream dream if you have a visionary
leadership, but i wouldn't bet on it to beat death at chess.