communicate.
2006-04-17 8:32 p.m.
the secret in it isany woman
could look at you with those same eyes, practiced
widening and collapsing on one another
since she was ten
and felt proud to face a mirror.
i don't have anything to see
that you will discover
no more mysteries or secrets left
and if you wanted
you could always get that information.
i'm taking requests.
if i tried to keep
anything
lately
i'd fail, and sullenly tell it
as i'm sleeping
tell it mouth askew and teeth baring
skins and sentiments, fail mention
and match regrets in the midst of temptation, to be whole and to be
wholely open
jack kerouac sitting in a basement, awake for hours
retelling his day by the second -
some hopefulness in the meaning of convention, to resurrect
those old feelings once we have lived them, and place them back
thrones for moments, royalty
with a lover's reason, with a knack
for keeping time subjective.