the red sweater that blinds and bends,

whether upon your shoulders or empty chair,
heralds a new(!)new(!)new(!)NEW(?) day
that flickers, dawning but just yawning

i'd like to write you poems
earthquakes shaking, uprooting
forming new ranges where
our peaks compete for clouds

i'd like to write you poems
that break all the mirrors
rip all the right wires out
let you smile/let me be me

i'd like to write you poems
simple, earnest words
that lay your smile upon mine
summoning oracles to the truth

i'd like to write you poems
cause your pen to turn and say,
"hey, hey come join my story
no, no - wouldn't have it any other way!"

no i wouldn't have it any other way.


no i wouldn't have it any other way.