the sun's still up!

today you are the shiny blackbird
greeting me outside of Jamba Juice
as the cops drive by,
with bright yellow eyes.

the perfect thin blonde girl walks by,
"I Heart NY" on a kid's t-shirt
makes me drop my pen.

my bike is propped against a stone pillar
that appears to be helping to hold up
the shopping center.
Flowers, always near
bending and swaying
dizzy past the automobiles

another perfect NorCal day

How can they look so matter-of-fact?

i learned to dance again not even 12 hours ago
(really dance)
I recognize another letter in my
alpha-bet training
The trellis:
the sign of the bridge and the door
above the grave.

Kim Wilde says, "Play the game,"
so i guess i will continue
busying myself amongst the tract housing,
only a river-swim away from the state capitol

I keep seeing people wearing
deep electric blue t-shirts,
a bright blue truck
darker than the sky

Blue-sleeves
how long till sunset?

lost count of the Benz's
and the little kings & queens marching by
I MISS NOTHING
I WILL GO WHEN I AM READY
I WILL BECOME A SILENT
SONIC
DISASTER
EVENT
the only thing that matters
is my pen scumbling along
you belong here.

--heart diamond club spade--