265/1000 - Sing AlongTuesday, May 8, 2012265/1000 - Sing Along10 hours ago in Free Verse
"When will you be here?"
You asked very impatiently.
"Around the same time
That you got to my house
For my birthday."
"Except for you,
It'll be better
Because you can drive yourself."
"But it'll be more boring
While I'm in the car
And unable to talk to anyone."
"Play a good CD,"
It makes it better."
A Dream of Open Air Librariessimile, like thumbs of sap run from my head,A Dream of Open Air Libraries13 hours ago in Free Verse
hair waxes, and waxen with the places to peer
out the windows of this draw-gloves library.
These many barren shelves to stack, no order.
The upturned beauty of migrating books, opened
and a sunlight window letting in air, deteriorate.
Everything is like an atlas in hand to brain passersby
or build in, network concern, a way to tread.
As the sun drinks itself stupid I light candles,
connect each star through the roofless night,
to the patch of earth it illuminates.
They correspond despite insurmountable miles,
tug little meanings that were felt before, string-like
from out the greatest things in the universe,
try them out all cottonmouth and sad.
We're looking for my void in all these books
I've deemed you a necessity to find it.
If the world finds you out you'll know
mine was the loudest mouth of this uncovery,
was the spy every time in fact.
When your mouth moves to speak
I will interrupt it at the words,
lay the bare knuckles of your meani