after the surrealist's monolog ghazal with no rules

how fast the morning goes
two rosebuds, opening. redder
than lips i'd put to yours
in some other time. the one
when you're here.

caravans of light, firethief
dadaistic entropy.

all good band names.

how do you hate what you love
welling glands and seepage.


arms thick as trees
fingers waving space
steps aside becoming.

use a compass
a variable resistance
the curve of red petal
some map of freedom.


baby's breath, soft whorls
atop fontanelle. a river's bend.

in your pocket a dollar
and a pair of keys.




in that you thought you possessed her
in that you wanted her waiting or gaze


only for you.
only for you.




the skies at night contain
light, perhaps
perhaps the wink out
ravelling across time
to meet us becoming gods
wake up call. a one ness
finding searchlit found




















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by the bay
pelicans dropped into the water
like stones driving themselves to school.


we collected only visions left
only scars in the sand.