Nina

Today it rained and Nina didn't want to be home
She said she is old enough to face the dawn
You said she is a mood
I said lets get wet in dreamfall.

Spring cleaning

I cannot write about writing letters
I can only promise the letters would etch troubled seasons
Spring had its uprising and them their partings
We simply count till it turns zero.

Changes

I never quite liked changes, I resisted questions
It could be Juice Newton and just Belafonte
It could be the tremulous strings of my guitar and your trembling voice
It had to be us in any form, classical or otherwise.

Erie Canal

I have been blinded by clouds
I have been meaning to run across countries
I have taken a shouldered walk along erie canal
And I wished I would see you slowly diffuse in the woods.

Drumlins

I'm excited about waking onto tomorrows
Through columbines and whistled leaves
Children do not run here, chatters do.
I hear them chirp
Tucking you into my morning pillows
Nodding to all your preens.

Cross-links

It is as if you are in the next room
It is as if you are not in your nightwear
But draped in blue sweater and high heels
It is as if you chuckle when we drop void
It is when you are just by the window
And I fail to tap the glass
It is as if I'm running to stand still by your house
And your house lies several raindrops away.
It is when I write, I communicate most
Than I ever could in senses and structures.

Corridors

Corridors find furtive faces
Evading footsteps as I turn around
Then be the silent victim
This time a needy one.

The other

I hear songs in yardless rhymes


rain-drenched fingers

In the guise of

Echoing my fingertips


I return home to incessant chirpings

Trees, naked in broken branches

Flowers, shying in damp cheeks

Tucked beneath pillows dry.

Gods play with songs

Curvilinear paths they draw

Of sins and virtues

Moon lines sunlit corners

Keeping you alone in a corner.


All evening, all along sundown

Staying elsewhere with the other girl.

Recurrence

She spoke of Mackennitt in green rusty eyes


She uttered of coral reefs and I heard mumbling

Evening was lain in incessant rain drops

And my sundown bathed in moondance

She spoke, although she did not

Dragged by breathless child-like manners

Inane and curiously haptic, shady groves

withered. Alas, I fell in love again.

She promised choirs, she promised apologies

I only asked gently to cross gently wet roads

We promised dualities and east european footsies

Crickets rumbled and rambled, spring had begun!

We parted for a smoke she did not wish.

In dismay I eyed abyss, "When again?"