Songs, hawks, sunshine. It’s bringing me whacky, on a platter of fine china, the gold a little tacky. Sticky to my fingers, as I crack them over raw eggs, sizzling in their bubbling form, threatening to lift off pan and be magic carpet of yolk and white.
How do you leave something you love?
What about someone?
They are still nouns I suppose.
But a cave isn’t the same as a person
no matter how deep they can both be.
They are both nouns.
But one makes you feel more then the other.
Is that the difference?
It must be.
But maybe that’s just the adjectives talking to my noun heart
and making me feel adverbly a lot like a simile.
You for the sake of you for the sake of you for the sake of you.
I can hear the waves crashing on my shoulders
You understand now why I hold her.
I can’t see it clearly but maybe you can
and maybe that’s why we’re together
( so we can be )
( together )
until the end.
The end is where?
but where it has to be
in the very birthplace and time
of it’s life.
And I know you can take this better then me
it’s not like you were born ready,
Because you are so, so, so
better then so.
Kinda like nothing I feel good at explaining.
I take it this is where it goes from here
just where it’s supposed to.
Give me that, I’ll take this
don’t erase the wish.