we played eye spy at the table
with planes overhead passengers
shouting out final orders over paper legs
those demands heard it’s like we never meet
All this time spent pondering
As leifs grow in piles of Rakish thread
Leading back to the unmade bed.
whom played judge to move us on
trying too fiddle crows feet
And signatures of a long gone bridge.
Jinx that roof boxed prophet a darling
For the Lens dipping In and out of
the shallows filled by the cyclone
that cried .
Origami petals that may never know
what it meant too rest at ease
In this turbulence nest eaten in the
Bourne in between monsoon.
Where a spoon the balls laid bare palms
on the table a place for hades to rest
and dine Alfresco San serif alliance
the Romeo that waits on waifs.
It’s eight brides for which pentagons
thunder Would begin rolling four friends
Even with rounded edges nothing’s
changed In almost fourty years
And with Holes in Pockets with enough
loose change You could light a fire and spark
Whilst weeding graves as i twine with you
and Cast from Astrological lockets
to mythical stars.