new angle

my dear, do try; i
have listening ears and my,
i like to hear you.


–honey, won't you let me in–

do you?

you could color skies
with your pretty open eyes,
pyramid at will

continental

some, they fly alone
know all routes to be known, and
like spacious branches

they land alone, too.

take a number

don't leave an ink stain

on my brand new hard wood chair
i want to sit there.

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

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

sky guitar

seems we have a tie
twixt your whys and my why-nots
let's just be and know

***

at some point you'll find
that I wasn't being kind;
you're mesmerizing

make a point

someone told her once
to forgive herself quickly
for she'd things to be

chin up

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