On My Way..

Pillow Talk

So many dreams
lost on eyelashes,

Stuck-branch molasses,
a mile long stripe -

Pothole, you're close
enough to thumb,

Sweet black gum - morning
makeup on the tongue.

On My Way

We Live

Every culture in its cap,
backs set to the sky

Dug out like an eclipse
curved to the invisible eye

Exhalted pyramid and dome,
we are between the squares

Tied by lines
we move on maps

Each lazy ass can find
an ass to break

Pass the sick-
ness with a kiss

Abandoned shoe mountains
and bone artillery.

The old cold-hearted familiar you --
No one likes what they're selling.

How can we look so different
with a color wheel and light and space?