the pace of pleasure
drowning in dulcet doubts
the facade of fluffy friendship
can’t you hear the bitter bones rattling
hush now
the sting of sweat
and an open sore
interrupt the massive miles ahead
highlight the hurried hit
collide with constitutional curiosity
my breath and pace are distracted
while the miles ahead display in millefeuille manners
almost there
soon the sight of home
and then the quiet occurs
within wonderful
there’s that thing
that’s not there
it’s just so bitty
one needs a
birds eye view
twirping and tweeting
lyrical lines of love
so sweet and kind
the wonder of a wind
an intake of breath
as if an unexpected answer
arrives
my heart arranged
in bits and pieces
in the making of
an apple pie
my hands
a gift of language
attached to a signal
unreadable yet real
preparing for passage
forged in footsteps
wandering in words
secrets sprinkled with hot sauce
composing for a coming
lightly through a lens
focused with familiarity
without a lyrical lie
the crust is light and sweet
and the filling is just enough
fluttering fast in place
trapped in a transfer
this way too weary
mysterious madness
perhaps it’s not so
the elusive elephant
believing blunders
feet on fire
the tank of terror
shifts and shutters
there’s no way out
now i’m here
not there
big sky blue
floating nomadic clouds
clattering cacophony
just across the street
love comes with me
pacified and packed
Piece of Pie ala Mode 