trance

birds fly from poets’ mouths like utterflies
flowers pedal cool as icicles in fudge
hours reign down swarming geese information

Gee purse while cars follow their elegant memories
liking little tows although worms home

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parking lot

it still isn’t summer
girls aren’t sashaying
skin everywhere
between the cars
and little kids
with families aren’t dumping
ice cream upsidedown
in car interiors
and parents aren’t
shouting at them

It’s just a cold
night in May
and we’re flirting
with frost
instead of girls
and it’s my heart
in the dumps

in this parking lot

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dark

Most of the universe
if you stand
with your back to the light
is dark.

If you do not like the dark
why do you stand
with your back to the light?

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