they forecast it,
we do not listen any more,
just check the window.

the radio is old, retro,
gift for a birthday,
arrived late we did not say,
not
wishing to upset.

headlights flash, sheep
on the road,
the pheasant run, a pleasant
run, minding squirrels, other odd
furry things on the road.

hurt no living thing.

it rained all day, new
dress on the line, still wet.

If only I owned the Moon
I could charge the Poets

But I do not own the Moon
And must view Her Face,
Imagine Her Dark

With You

no
i dont know you
but we've gone
scar for scar

your words
unhid a future
my light, my love
furious burning star

so bright so warm
so far away
so far i only have these
words to say
but no words can describe
the yearned embrace
toe to toe, hip to hip,
face to face


fever dream fantasies,

take the cells of my brain
lay them down
broken-in dancefloor
i let your
words
rip, tap, spin, clap
when i close my eyes
and sit back


you fan the flames
you fill my heart with fervor


yesterdays feel like summer
today i need you close to keep warm
unfulfilled emotions return
to tease, and torment, and swarm

your brown eyes glow like the full moon
awakens the beast in me
i cant put out these flames
i cant think, i cant stop, i cant sleep
ill follow your scent
intoxicated, so sweet
an instinctual reflex
imprinted far deep

Victory - you say
You fail once and they shout hell
Indeed, its silent

Rocky was Robert
Clubber was James
But Apollo
Was Apollo
And Apollo
He remains.