yes, I like the edges

stay 'til the next stop
let the world roll underfoot
from here, catch your breath

and then it's all yours–
street-shadow lively, strong wind;
our outside: music

***

and you'll see, it's all illuminated, like the edges of a photo on fire

clear out

hey, pull me apart
spill confetti on the bed
let's learn from my head

stay, glow

when you planned your night
did you think t'd go like this?
fine strung glowing pearls

***

probably, you'll stop
but it won't be til you know
you've
no need
to go

see fore

your linear points
and my nebulous notions
so often collide

that we might assume
atmospheric conditions
can be set aside

and that somehow, our
far away pinkies are tied:

an iron constellation

if we'd gone into 3D, there

would've been an end
but we elected to turn
another wild bend

now given these outs,
could it be that we'd rather
stay the X-marked route

or watch door frames blend?

more doors

in certain circles
it isn't 'the thing' to don't
what the others do

or treat the circles
as striped, neon'd, turning hoops–
then somersault through

step one

if you had a step
for each time I thought your name,
we could round the world

twenty ten

on the (near) West Side
our tracks threaded neighborhoods–
new scenes for fresh treads

I dunno 'bout you;
as we navigated through
I enjoyed the ride