what if I call her ?
i dreamt we were in a travelling nightly show
dancing in the ring , delighted we could move
like that , every turn and touch a surprise
we didnt know we could do that , people
around are taken in by this shift, unannounced
our show was to play in the ensemble , that
did gigs left of the centre, not work the ring
but this time , next show they turned out a lot
not skirting the intent , they picked up the shifts
and found that they could drift out of the frame
their bodies involuting and reaching images,
hips shrinking . a cadence you might think
is hedonist if it were hitched to a possible exit
woke up with you in the ring , perfectly in
a mild light at the end of empty rows of seats
rays falling through gaps in the tent , exposing
us to an inordinate amount of space . quiet
eyes in the dark watching between empty seats
how did I find you ?
there wasn't an end
to this drift .your waiting smile
dressed by the unknown , has
a way of balancing that excess
if I left this dream behind I have to ask, what are you upto now ?
What shall I call her?
Petal skin and sharply turning hair, falling
On my lips. I'm face to face in love
Spread by things scaping the slopes
Wild colors that remember . she is more than one reality
what shall i call her ? richness refined by magic
i feel her senses reaching ends in retreat
the walls and falling sunlight stop sinking
waiting to be filled with a sense that steps away
whats next is in two minds
the wait keeps her wishes
taking on the end game thats
hooked on immortal tags
the step swings then thrums beyond things
that grow . falling things if they
couldnt reach its when less than a moment
is every promise that will never be made
how could i name her ?
reach is less than her
the gods are too far gone
to taste this measure
but if you do it will finger them a long way away
Everything
she changes everything . the world stops
at least all the stuff that i obsess with
the things that have to be done . the need
drawn in by anxiety and anxiety in return
sucking left over chocolate
the first dip her friend is in
at the next place
it found me on the page
her look unknown, smiling
iam not there yet
I wanted to give some back
The thing is that I woke up next
morning and knew where I was
she watched the two worlds
with the same eyes.an adept
drawing in with the nth side
myriad ends to her
unquestioning limbs and expressions
no one is about to guess
she is just someone
who likes wet chocolate .
her timing keeps her from
the excess of other minds
she doesnt know this of course
events may overtake her and waste her .
but we've been there to her point
of no return and we'll remember
windows
nyet
i woke up, not in doubt . the usual mind
sensing its all wrong and will never be
right , was quiet . it didnt have much to
say , yet . the din of the traffic will start
its incessant trauma soon, not just yet
twice in two days this mind wasnt about
to think itself prey. not just yet. this is the
space . the final no frontier. that was just
a cheap shot at this trek that needed a
pellet . one that alters brain chemistry .
if i wander into untimely inanimity ,
we can smile it down . mow fresh green
the intangible incense of tea , of a close
shave, to flaunt the clarity of jenni's porch
so, something happened in that space
near yet . it didnt worry itself over , didnt
obsess with preempts . it could be this
i played strings after a longish time
finger tips blistered , i taped it and went on
the bubble touched down to its slick and sure
finger end skin . i get the taste of poetry playing
nooky with lyrics . lip to lip , its lovely