rise above the curves of an opening mouth.
oh, how to call forth the craven mix of
sayings and swayings from an
ever-present mind,

itemize acted reactions to
save face,

and allegorical allergies.

right turns will lead left
or down if the
songs are right and
evening stars are shining.

it's never easy
shouting secrets from a burning building.

all that comes are embers and a slowly smoldering smile.

rifts within right-minded men will lead down
or left if the
songs are right and
evening stars aren’t shining.

ill-ogic only turns
sentences into missing puzzle pieces

and reused kleenex.

raft across the heady waves of
inspiration inside
spacious memories.
everything fades in the end and
no one forgets.