dark

fishing line

listen to the wind

restless, tepid, tossed free

the babble of summer parties

floats by

I

throw myself like a fishing line

into darkness and back, back

in time to back-lane bins and jasmine

scented evenings

encasing friends

warm drunkeness

bottoms dimpled by

milk crate imprints and the tiny

gravel of old cement

crumbing bare feet

swished aside

long cotton skirts

eyes glance up

that window high

mine

that window high

eyes glance up

long cotton skirts

swished aside

crumbing bare feet

gravel of old cement

milk crate imprints and tiny

bottoms dimpled by

warm drunkenness

encasing friends

scented evenings

in time to back-lane bins and jasmine

into darkness and back, back

throw myself like a fishing line

I

float by

the babble of summer parties

restless, tepid, tossed free

listen to the wind

 

 

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Light life

Bad dreams of loose teeth again

running in the afternoon

what time is sunset

and bad parenting (my own)

Unplug from one life socket

insert in another room

switch-glitches, kiss, time-tickses

moving on again soon

Old fears of careless Tom and Daisyness

measuring life in coffee spoons

it’s dark already

but no sleeping in til noon

Off-prompt, playing catchup again