Notes from a Friend's Town

I refuse to deny the moon it's glimmer cause the Sun failed my days in the dead of winter. A shooting star, caught lagging. Rough start out the gate, shoes tightened, jockey alert eyes vacant. I shall celebrate the moon, not for illuminating the night nor for giving birth to shadows that hide things that go bump, when sleep evades me, or pleasure evades them. I celebrate the moon for showing the night the clouds.

If properly inspired, words run together with wires would celebrate cement housewarmings. Christenings of curtains and covers and countertops assembled to welcome the pinnacle of posturing, Khalil & Basquiat renderings to drive your mind's chronograph. If properly inspired, words run together with my breath would incite wildfires, scorching the underbrush and old tires, clearing the way for autumn harvests . If properly inspired, words linked together in my mind would cease the need to purge. Musings on my potential if properly inspired ...

My tax dollars hard at work as the orange glow guides mosquitoes across legs, round thighs over kneecaps and sandal straps while my hands are forced to settle on nice hips and sweet lips. My eyes stalking ears as they spy on a neck shrouded in new growth. Breaths shorter than quick glances cool the night air, while sighs exchanged relay pieces of sincerity in the moment. Patience. We ignore numbers, double digit directives that provide boundaries. Sweet nothings murmured while the neighbor completes his old fashioned journey home. The shuffling of his smooth soled shoes tapping against light poles and garbage cans. No compass to consult he verifies his destination guessing at the shape of his front door while scouring his pocket for keys under the orange glow of the street light, his tax dollars hard at work.

Oft I wondered under the weight of dawn what held your gaze and feed your song where did your arms, tanned as a fawn did find themselves as the moon grew long. Of these simple mysteries my mind did score as a new days beginnings did spur my mind while eyes sat refreshed, fixed on the shore. In all these follies how quickly I forgot time, these simple musings no longer need bear their mass against my curl's dark home for as the morn was filled with care the noon anchored my mind to Rome her plans tis said found no filling in a day as I so gladly threw your shit away

inside eye there lies a source of continuous reflections like a mirror over the water's edge, stretching off into the infinite nothingness of light waves as light waves interrupt my surface. through familiar places i wander hoping to find something eye want to believe eye dropped. a token of affections past or perhaps the missing papers to my long book covers. these places covered in light, bathed in yellows & greens dressed up as fluorescent lights hide no truths and explain no tales like story tellers who've forgotten their arts. Eyes filled with refreshments like once again disc played mints and hard candies hoping to draw precious waters from their reservoirs scan through texts in search of text that forms the beginnings of sympathies, there is none. Readings from right to left direct these eyes to read left to right as reading left to right tells these eyes that they are allowed no holiday & rewarded with no prize. Eyes as weathered as these are offered no respite ...

The moon's light held in her sights all that made wrongs right all that reduced journeys to short drives & flights all that moved my lungs to descend into my chest away from the light all that my arms held when my finger decided to write all that strengthened my knees & lifted my back when my strength would only allow both to crack all that my eyes desired to behold as their swollen shut lids demanded a towel that was cold All that i've known was before me in the moon's light just pass the tips of fingers

I cried a river over you without ever shedding a tear I ran in terror from you without ever showing my fear I listened to the worst of you while standing as still as a dear I washed my hands of you without a bar of soap near I thought day & night of you actively forgetting you in a year I envisioned the end of this without the suffering of silence in my ear

Editor's Note:This needs a title besides the obvious shoe game(s), any suggestions?? My move forward maybe void of you only one fits the void of you like a foot only fits inside of a shoe I've walked holes in this pair scuffing the toes bruising the side panels like they weren't the walls of my sole. I tried to hang on by my laces but they were locked dangling from the side was akin to wearing them with no socks Yep, my move forward maybe void of you, this journey calls for sandals not shiny dress shoes

Pride won't allocate my face tears as my eyes see all of their lobbying in vain my emotions have run rest away from its rightful land claiming the rights of squatters my ideals have lied to me in the most innocent way as my realities have taken my kindness for naiveté doing only what served their interest I was foolish to think they were to programed to do anything else if my brain hadn't been conned by my ego then he would have seen that a field is nothing more than a field it's not a parcel of land for him to build a house not a piece of the American dream waiting to be harvested it is nothing more than expanse of wild flowers & grass that expands farther into the horizon than any his wildest dreams or most sincere desires It's purpose is to have its beauty admired from afar appreciating that all it is will cease to be as soon as he holds the title

i want you to show me that which isn't lost as we search for what resides in plain sight hold me close as you push me away to fend off dangers that aren't real fill my ears with the sonar of your voice taking inventory of the unknown as your laughs and giggles explore my mind introduce your realities to my ideas encouraging them to give birth to a day yet to be seen i watched your thumb guard your palm from my embrace as the cold introduced my arm to yours i am here to show you that which is in plain sight in the midst of morning as we search for moonlight

In between my fingers, I hold the wind Winter’s wind numbs my joints yet I fold the wind In all my travels across the skies I’m always impressed with women who aide me as I hold the wind On the darkest nights voids of clouds stars whisper secrets to the moon in the coldest wind Mom is inside pacing in the front of the fridge while Dad and the kids soothe the dog as I hold the wind After the hour of my deepest stress the only comfort that comes to my mind arrives as I hold the wind

I awoke to the clouds chasing the sun in a fox trot that kept time with the wind Oaks extending their strong arms gracefully holding hands with old lovers and new friends cooling my afternoon while sparrows stand in court with blue jays defending them in front of pigeons who don't recall the owls that were merciful to them in the hour of their youth Cardinals take bribes from parrots as doves bemoan that all that was has given way to piles of rubble

ran from you walked with you wanted you believed in you confused you dreamed of you learned from you cried for you smiled at you laughed with you thought of you never knew you and still loved you