October darkness without a moon
a winterless space within hearts
what dreamy spine against thick
perceiving fingers upon a piano
crying notes and cascading centrifugally
expecting silly — clumsily thumbs.
oh, e.e. how you enter thisMIND of mine:
“i feels so lonely fer duh good oledays we
spentin’18 kicking duh gutsouta dem
doity foreaters an humpin duh swell janes on…”
My waving floating blue fin tuna eyes —
hook and flotsam death.
It really bust be Nice. never to
have no body or imagination) never to never
wonder about guys you used to( and them
slim hot queens with damn next to nothing.
loving skin and soul and lips a kissin’
the sun and moons beyond our imaginations.
Oh how time and space and in between we
gore the pleasant feelings of flesh-life;
living just a small moment here and now.
:: 09.28.2021 ::