.
mumbling
twitchy
noir weasel
on the lam
mean
broke
and broken
he cries
for the last time

baby doll pic
stuck
in hip pocket
rubber garter
on his arm
self awareness dies
slithering into
invisibility

I see you walking all alone
So many places, I've seen you roam

Far uptown, and downtown too
Sometimes, I see you someplace new

I often think, I'll ask one day
What makes you walk all that way?

I wonder what your thoughts might be?
I've seen you look right at me

But, you just turn your head and walk
If I stopped, would you talk?

I think about your solititude
I'd interrupt, but it might be rude

What would you say, should I question?
What makes you walk, in this direction?

You in moon split water
came by me,
sparkling.
We shone naked
cupped by warm
skin dripped
soundings of
one into other,

deep.

Wet slipped
gliding grasps
through our lips,
lapped love
from the heart pools
of our souls

until it,
all drunk up
in the moon waned
tear drops,

ultimately,
intimately,
died.

She slipped to trip

her slipper fell--

it found its light
a wishing well
of painted days
that dreamed of night;

[Cinderella's midnight flight.]

Time sped so fast
her eyes lost sheen
her focus dazed

became unclean

in dreams forgotten
one by one
as childhood lines

became undone.

Each finger filtered
two by four
and every day
they added more

to find her path
and pin her to
the place where

Mother