al niente; marcato!

I have a dream,
one where I take
a new stand.

One of; dollars spent
and of a girl that draws
a girl under trees.

I have a voice,
that grows gravelly
after hours of sedation

and nights alone on the couch.

to a calando
of a whisper under
that same tree.


I'm ready for step three,
for better or worse, it's
for the better.

I'm no worse. If you'll
still have me, I'm ready

Unbelievably close

still evenings brought me here.

to love this time, in the night.
When it's dark.

I like simple. I like your hand,
and mine. Close together.
unbelievably close.

I miss that.

Especially right now, I miss that a lot.

I love you.
And you know that, too.

here’s the folk song, here’s the jazz song

i draw myself a spear
on a blank sheet of paper

and a bulls eye in the corner.
It's a spiral bound notebook,
and the page is ripped out.

all sorts of curley ring bound
paper tears...

I'm supposed to be writing
something that has this great
appearance of myself,
but that's all I have down.

I'm feeling old and spent
tonight. I'll wait for her to get home
and try to breathe something
new in.

Or maybe just hang about
and listen to the storm
gathering outside, the
evening's wide open.