monte cristo'd

but if we did, we'd
speak in beat-boxed rhymes, nods and
significant glances

•

scratch and scratch a hole,
burrow through to light; then, once
you're on the ledge? jump

(the water's warm, the swimming's good.)

keyholed

when all you can see
is a tiny, shadow'd square

know there's sun, somewhere

*

why, don't be blue if rust's your preferred hue

stone faced folly

This one's for tonight:
a nod to your mystery –
and slap on your cheek.

•

[Fine features, moldy crown.]

good form

erroneous frames
around our nebulous forms;
please feel free to stRETCH

upbeat

you write sheet music
looking up, with nimbus fades,
drop beats, zephyr slides

it's the kind of thing
that would have all people sing
if they'd harmonize

chin up

excuse my dream state
it has me plum by the chin,
stares me in the eyes