Four Eyes Blink
on this particular picnic,
mid night meeting
underneath
tarpaulin
rain pouring,
i picture life with my sidekick
while a
city of lies
sleeps snoring , sharing
a flask
and a state of mind
i wondr
how
my sanity
within this
city survives.
And so we think
four eyes blink
and at the same time
we say the same thing:
a unified link between autonomy
our two names inked before authority
there's a chink in my armour
when we're not linked by mind
it's always breaks in the pattern
where our depth is defined
underlined
with
a magic marker
painted painstakingly
over the
rafters
darling?
can't you see
our minds fit together perfectly
like picture puzzle partners, observe , and agree
we flow almost alphabetically,
sit back and join the laughter....
haha haha
On a roof top
in a far away place
i could see you
but i didnt know the face
on a roof top
where the wire looked grey
i could hear you
but i didnt know the place
tomorrow while we've slept thru the thunder, we wait,
and while we hesitate, we ponder:
'was it the lights from the city, i wonder,
that passed thru my lens,
and allowed us to wander, thru the gates , of their factory fossils,
picture the piece that you lost from a puzzle,
put it in your pocket-
lights that dazzle
fights that crumble,
slip into your corner ,plug your eyes into their sockets and watch this,
and watch this.
i awoke capsized
with eyes
by a boat
and as the waters broke
there was a cry that spoke-
i floated all night with the waves of a symphony
dancing in the dark like diamonds of delivery
in a place so dark , so still so alone
with wings like fire and feathers that glowed
there rose a magical beautiful bird
stunning shivers crisp and glides that curled.
On a roof top
in a far away place
i could see you
but i didnt know the face
on a roof top
where the wire looked grey
i could hear you
but i didnt know the way
i knew my twin's name
but i didnt know the face,
as the waves crashed down it would slide into place
as the sea greens wept their lively pace
an ocean of answers came crashing my way,
i saw him in the skies , in the shadows in the quiet
movie screens, dipped beams,
finger nails, ripped jeans
a figure in the alley way
silver ship and narrow sails
a figure in the alley way,
neon grip and narrow gaze
fingertips
on my lips
waking up
and writing this
