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astral summer

i. wet visions

skidding around town on my heels
while vision of you reel and
rip
    me         
        open - -

I’m etching your visage
on the back of napkins,
in the margins of my waitress’ pad
hazy & weeping while I polish martini glasses

absent         minded
absent     of mind
lost
in the well of my heart - -

cursed to wander
cursed to wonder why
as the palm fronds
quiver and glisten
in the setting sun

remember the time we kissed
under the balcony at midnight - -
ankle deep in the rose bushes?
somewhere somebody flushed with shame
somewhere somebody blushed with longing

how can I live
if it never happened again?
what life could be
if it happened forever
if it happened forever . . .

I got lost in the infinite space of your eyes
clear, crystal - - pink and creased
weepy and melancholic
mannish, you extended a plaster hand - -

I blanched, turn away
kick around an empty Tecate can
the beard-shadow on your jaw golden
glinting in the late afternoon sun.

ii. she lays down in the shadows

guess I’ll go walking through the rose garden
get lost in the pinks and corals, twilight maiden
she snap a .jpeg for her roommate, who’s dancing the night away
the full moon bathes her clean, bathes her, cold - -

watch the hours slide through your fingers like sand - -
maybe you’ve dreamt of me once
or thought of me in some idle turn
turned me over in your palm fondly

maybe you’ve dreamt of me once…
turned me over in your palm fondly

I’d give it all
I’d give it all away
anything
I’d give you everything
anything

feel the powdery lavendar petals on your cheek
hold this precious life, close - -
she quivers, weak
she lays down in the shadows

iii. what’ll it be, Hollywood

will it be hell and high water
or a slack tide that lasts forever
I fold your pants nicely,
watch videos of Courtney Love, read LA weekly

you’re a star to me.

I’m slipping a folded fable into your palm
smacking on a handful of rose cherries
idle . . .                          and  on a pedestal
she pops her hip to the side in cutoffs

just keeping looking at me like that…

you’re a star to me….

you’re a star to me.

iv. like a bad habit / ghost

it’s a small town after a while
you hide me in your pocket like a bad habit
sneak me out to dim-lit tiki bars
way out where nobody’ll know

but it’s a small town after a while,
and you haunt me like a bad habit
always cool, showing out dressed up after school
in a clean blue flannel & golden curls

just hanging around
seeing everything,
seeing everybody,
polite in the corner - -
baby you can watch me
I don’t love you anymore.

saw you passing in the night
again.
brushed past the crook of your elbow
before I was near blinded by your aura

the apparition of a memory.
the place we shared
a mythic space,
a glass cabal
where you stroked the walls,
showed me a world beyond- -

saw you passing in the night
again
through the haze in an east side parlor
alone, like a ghost
while my new boy takes all my cash for beer
and drinks it on the porch

just hanging around
seeing everything,
seeing everybody,
polite in the corner - -
baby you can watch me
I don’t love you anymore.
I don’t love you anymore.


 

                                           astral summer

i. wet visions


skidding around town on my heels
while visions of you reel and
rip
    me         
        open - -


I’m etching your visage
on the back of napkins,
in the margins of my waitress’ pad
hazy & weeping while I polish martini glasses

absent         minded
absent     of mind
lost
in the well of my heart - -

cursed to wander
cursed to wonder why
as the palm fronds quiver
and glisten

in the setting sun ;           wet visions

remember the time we kissed,

under the balcony at midnight - -
ankle deep in the rose bushes?
somewhere somebody flushed with shame
somewhere somebody blushed with longing

how can I live
if it never happened again?
what life could be
if it happened forever
if it happened forever . . .

I got lost in the infinite depths of your crystal eyes
clear blue, crystallized -
pink and creased,

weepy and melancholic.
mannish, you extend a plaster hand - -

I blanch, turn away
kick a stray Tecate can
the beard-shadow on your jaw golden,

glinting in the late afternoon sun.


ii. she lays down in the shadows

guess I’ll go walking through the roses again

get lost in the pinks and corals, twilight maiden
snap a .jpeg for her roommate,

who’s dancing the night away in garments of gold.


the full moon bathes her clean, bathes her, cold - -

watch the hours slide through your fingers like sand;
maybe you’ve held a dream of me in your hand...
or thought of me in some idle turn,
turned me over in your palm and yearned.

maybe you’ve thought of me in some idle turn,
turned me over in your palm and yearned ...

I’d give it all
I’d give it all away
anything
I’d give you everything
anything

feel the powdery lavender petals on your cheek
hold this precious life, close - -
she quivers, weak
she lays down in the shadows

 

I’d give it all

I’d give it all away

anything

I’d give you everything

anything

iii. what’ll it be, Valentine

will it be hell and high water
or a slack tide that lasts forever
slipping a folded sutra into your palm
smacking on a handful of rose cherries


idle . . .                          and on a pedestal.


just keeping looking at me like that…

you’re a star to me….
you’re a star to me.

iv. like a bad habit / ghost

it’s a small town after a while
but you hide me in your pocket like a bad habit


stroking the rim of of your glass

dim lit under the tiki thatch

making me ask - - making me ask

roses scattered on the dash

& I'm laying limp, in blissful rapture

moving wanly through the crowd

gazing languidly at the clouds

staring at nothing

staring at nothing

picking me up for the show

guess I'l never know

guess I'll never know
 

it’s a small town after a while,
and you haunt me like a bad habit

just hanging around
seeing everything,
seeing everybody,
polite in the corner - -
baby you can watch me

you can watch me walk away
I don’t love you anymore.

saw you passing in the night again.

you & me we just can't win

the apparition of a memory.
the place we shared
a mythic space,
a glass cabal
where you stroked the walls,
showed me a world beyond- -

saw you passing in the night again
through the haze in an east side parlor-
alone, like a ghost-
while my new man takes all my cash for beer
and drinks it on the porch

just hanging around
seeing everything,
seeing everybody,
polite in the corner - -
baby you can watch me

you can watch me walk away
I don’t love you anymore.
I don’t love you anymore.