onward

there's no one home but me
the place needs a good bath
and i'm working on that,
dreaming of key west and dry
togas with airstream pockets.
i write to an orange symbol
some last ditch effort to communicate
on a certain wavelength. resonance
is so difficult to tune . phase locked
looped out of
or into.
or.
there's so many switches and dials
to adjust, i thought i'd lend you a hand.
help you find that exit sign we're looking for.
i didn't notice you'd already
gone outside. well, i did, but you left
this dragonfly body behind.





















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so, i was always impatient tho it felt
like forever to get you to see.
tonite i talked to someone
and i didn't want to scream.
in fact i laughed. i remember laughter now.
it's not that you don't
just not with me anymore.
i guess we just wore on each other, rubberbands
in too much ultraviolet.
what we thought was resonance
was actually short wave broadcast
bleeding over due to sun spots. thought
we had the right station but time shifted
and when we went to readjust, nothing
but static. so, i go on. you go on.
leaving again.
wonder how many men i'll have to throw
against the wall to find that light again
and wonder
how the light could have been so misaligned.
and wonder if there ever was a light
in the first place. or was it a moon, a reflex,
an eye with an eye toward transform.
tomorrow you'll regret what you saw tonite.
close the window and leap back into bed
where pillows nestle soft as cactus flowers
to the eye. my house is washed, no thanks
to anyone but an aging woman and an eviction notice.
so, welcome to the clean. it's psirng. time to wash out
what winter killed, time to air the stale sheets
in a solution of cheerwine and sulpur. flick the lighter
say sweet goodbyes.