9:28:08

 

I brought Marigolds home around my neck

and matched vases filled with

Umbers and Alizarins.

And it was real

not trying too hard to figure 8

or 20, letting down the hand rails

to write addresses without decimal points and

counting up to sayings better left undone of the things

I didn't do.

Breakfast table conversations of the afternoon

around reading riots and slow graze basketball

I didn't care much for, but to be scene with grace

like 4's could be like I never knew

I just felt solid to be so pedestal, so inarticulate and smile

10:5:08-5:44p.m. The sensual sensations which I discovered in the night, legs wrapped around the wrists while my fingers gently filled themselves with soft skins of the natural aspects, worked the plumbing deep inside my own discovery, pursed cursed words screaming in the gutteral silence of my deepest thoughts, treats of the tip toeing quiet ice trickling down the subtle sustenance of a dark widowed city light filled room where two shaping shadows fill the walls with the echoing movements, motions like this paid homage to on a Saturday while words were met with grooved locations of the dances slash heeling so necessity that a man and woman could come so close to divine that the rights were just a feeling of an hour.

The acanthine shapes of the autumn that call a friend, the words that I repeat in succession over the scattered captions of titles that I'm putting around things that haven't been shared apart I am the voice of a reverb, a taste and a texture, listen to me the state of things. I. Am. Word. I love the salivac accentuation of the purring words which slur themselves from your lips, us both stripped of twilight lux, so curving towards the rising sun, a material of both of us creeped into night.