criss-crossed smiles
inserted delicately between billows of
untapped clouds and
spinning stars
are
lurking.
they are in front of the
moment andÂ
slipping idly about the
edges of my back
carefully
(simply)
exquisitely forming
a warmth and a buzz
that gently stirs me
reverent of the way you turn onto me
in the night
must. stop. flipping through the past on this rainy, quiet day.
but i found this. and this makes me so happy because just yesterday i was in a meeting with john doyle (for the second time… damn i’m lucky), and he makes me feel all of these incredible things i was feeling when i first read about him four years ago. and he makes me wish i could stop sitting back and soaking in everything he says and start doing something about it. but that time will come, someday. i’m sure of it.
this is the crack in the sidewalk where
bigger questions breed
bigger answers
and we are
waiting for something to
break the glass
empty the void
vomit understanding
over the porcelain trap too
taut
for me to even consider forcing it
awake
…
