If...we (the first)

If your lying down with me
        were the wholeness that I desire
        only bare essence of completion
We would never time travel together
                                    --always alone
 
 

On Eros

To confirm perfect incompleteness
epithalamium, dactyl, and spondee
triangulate desire

To become agents of change we:
                    accept the nothing of demand
                    emote the hate of denial, and
                    refuse to ignore the unspeakable

Acknowledging the lack—
                    encompassing this hole with
                    our whole bodies, our whole
                    minds, spherical souls

Cubical hole.

Premonition

O, dream!

that began with she and I

moving to the northeast or

somewhere equally as snowbound,

Driven by

tragic events involving her parents

we stood outside our not so simple

solid timber towering three-story house;

Me, daunted

by prospects of upkeep, this homestead

so far from town, she grabbed my

shoulders with earnest force.

She, resolved

in the statement, "You will have to shovel

snow from the driveway and probably plow

our section of the road." I shivered.

Suddenly,

her multi pitch eyes became mirrors and

on my face lay the weight of such a task.

(Awake, I relish the challenge.)

Driving in

circles around the town, I stopped

at City Hall to stand with two tourists,

their placard gawking frustrates my forgetting

The reason

for my trip, so I leave and cruise

that green grandfather of a Chevy pickup,

asphalt and winter gray, fighting the forgetting.

O, dream!

that began with she and I

moving to the somewhere snowbound,

why did I wake up crying?

Possibilities

If I had five minutes with the president of the united states
I would ask please more mornings like these
I would ask for a swath of orange-pink paintbrush
Over cliche pale blue skies

I would ask for ante meridiem with a bite to the breeze
that nip-nips a notion of sunshine across my earlobe

If I had five minutes with the president of the united states
I would ask please keep my father's teeth from falling out
So that we can sit and eat hot dogs together
I would ask for an end to time

I would ask for eternal graciousness in all humankind
so that it pop-pop percolates from one to two to all

If I had five minutes with the president of the united states
I would ask please fire patience through your lithe limbs into souls
Like lightning into kite and key; I would ask
Charge to the helm oh captain

I would ask for a tidal wave that will wash troubles down
and rejuvenate this hip hip far too hip and recumbent world

silence

born before the brawn

before the inversion of

darkness

long before the ascent

of 'ness' and 'ism' and

long before

before

became a glimmer in

the eye of long before

before mattered

mattered