coooool me down, cats. its two
ay em & im thinking of You.

its funny,really(You're so done).
You're so done & yet You're like

watercolour. persistent in Your
always breathesome manoeuvre,

You should be,by universal right,
here. it ain't over til its over.

she picked up her plastick heart
,fingered the edge of love &

swept.   the aspect of the man
,read poetry,acted soft. we are

all,, so soft. the dusktime settles
into our cheeks; le soir rouge.

flat,on the grand scale of things,
where confidence boys chinupwalk

way into her hearts(trying anyway).
i am not rocking,   metaphysically

still,  my mood swims on the ceiling
,doing its funny little backstroke.