Monday, March 6, 2017


Sounds like it’s gonna rain machines
just when this felt home...
continued to be winter-a-crying-gray.

How could I
change that life?

Now somewhere around here
I’m biting into the awful...
I’ve been meaning to tell you...

there is this piano inside my head that
plays to semi-memories of
an old lover and with room for more.

Was I escaping this much?

Something within me
whistles imagining itself-mermaid,

but I said goodbye
near many moons and sunsets.

It all stayed behind
and I kept going-going,

climbing and crossing
to decipher the long-ago-song;

the message beneath the message,