no also

i have this feeling
that my words
were heavy

too heavy

like anchors that
pulled
our
fun
down

but what i want
is light
like the sails that b i l l o w
and foll-
ow
the wind-
curves that
pull them around

i'm for hugging
the shore
and for tipping
the white caps
to notions
that move us
toward
colorful
sands

for untying knots
and seeing what happens
by using
our instincts
and amusing our
hands

it could all be as simple
and i see that
it is.

it's a matter of 'sounds great.'

and also–
no also.

i'm up for adventure,
so
for a limited time
i will wait

there isn't a reason
you'd admit to treason if
your head's on the line.

wild card

surely sometimes we
must recognize the game, see
preposterous moves

and still make them.