may i
slowly undress more
than your clothes?
thoughts of you in
an opera, dancing
your body,
like a jasmine petal . . .
folding
this night with
out stars or moon, invites
us to walk
through each other's brain
without a bathrobe
late noon . . .
talking hammer
to hammer
i only
think you're waving
at me, those
limbs, the synapsis of
my mind shorting out
what was
winter thawing . . .
those legs
how can i
interpret you are
there for me,
when anyone else
would cut my balls off
sun, why
do flee from the
sum at dusk,
on my bed
at dawn, blossoms
repeating
a yesterday
with chocolate eyes
the mayhem
of twilight dawn . . .
shaking limbs
orion
chases stars between
legs, moistened
with tomorrow . . .
winter deepens
chasing neon
the checker board floor of
cold winters
i don't
even know the who,
let alone
the 'you are' pulling
me out of madness
the cement
angel on top of
the strip mall
watches a tricycle
driver pick his nose
did he find
gold or was he
picking his
nose, the tricycle
driver deep in thought
she bowed
giving me her headband . . .
ichi ban;
her tears, petals
falling from heaven
restless sea
i too can draw light
from the moon
shy, the
waitress giving me
her headband . . .
'it's dirty,' she
whispered to my wife
sleep pulls me into a world of cut-up
paper moons
close-eyed
under a tree singing
water,their
energy becomes oner
composing tonight
she asked me
if i'd kissed her . . .
winter haze
how sad,
the monkey with
emphesema
staring at the black
and white checkered floor
i danced with
a fast food hero,
sharing spring
stay with me
now, even if we
both fall
into an abyss
with sharpened teeth
robert d. wilson
©2009
