she was
throwing lit off light bulb off sky scrape night shapes
doodling mandalas
near death experience’
scathed by blaze
spoke with a gaze

it once had been cool, “I waited up for you”

took a chance back from a step within the groove
stillness and standing while watching her move

took a chance back from a step within the groove
stillness and standing while watching her move

met me in wake wet face cold sweat warm lake
guessing the tension’s impressions of restlessness

“go ahead” she said toward the one thing feared.
states one claim upon deaf ears:
“own it, if you’re gonna do it, love it.
pass the ball to the big man dunk it”

love yourself like a heated argument
a trip and a fall, shadows stuck to the wall
love yourself like a performance of bombs
a trip and a fall, shadows stuck to the wall

took a chance back from a step within the groove
stillness and standing while watching him move

took a chance back from a step within the groove
stillness and standing while watching her move

searching for a little middle finger way to wait longer
looking for a shirt to take off in the summer
all the men wanted to stun gun her number one hit wonder
ARTICULATE BLUNDER
befell her
he just wanted to walk by and smell her (that was enough)

she lay in bed naked reading needs on the ceiling

scathed by the blaze
she spoke with a gaze

she gave him a took and he gave her a look

he was searching for a middle little later way to wait longer
looking for a shirt to take off in the summer
it once had been cool i waited up for you

now she’s reading a magus zine in the back of a limousine wave
heading home
saw the signs in the stars

far away from the glass in the lock of her eyes
bags in the trunk earbuds bumping old funk...

once
it was all ready to go
she woke up from
a strange fantasy slept

on a mossy rock a billion lightyears from earth
she saw a zebra laughing hopped and happy
crabwalking backwards through tall grass
waves lap over her legs
tide comes to a head
all the way out to the trees
water up to her knees

she only carried a few things
none of them necessary

with a twist of the arm she fell back into space
like being in a lake no one knew how to wait
wet stump splitting cut from a chunk
get pumped sucking blood from a trunk
she danced like she did her own stunts but he embodied the funk

she awoke years later at the edge of a cliff
fear waiting to pang its fang into her last name’s lip
she was a fog and she knew the cloud would catch her
if she decided to slip

a chick who knew how to fly
and tie a tie in the by and by
she hardly even noticed she had changed lives…

in fact she could have been made of dust
the sail fills with gust
when she smiled she made others smile