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.

simple, true

give me a reason to dress-up, and i'll go strappy
put a wall in front of me and i'll scale it
look, pull over a bend in the river and let's float it
wake me up from a dream and i'll put it all out there
smile at me so i can smile back
throw on a soundtrack that papers the wall
drop me off; i'll find my way home

tell me a story, but don't go too fast –
i like this too much to rush.

diction: airy. let's work on that.

who has words to draw
when a thought could become real -
pretty, scary, raw

a novel plan might
manifest at our say, or
float, shapeless, away

***

while there are not rules
it is crucial that we mind:
words can rule the day.

notes in margins

your storyteller
and mine aren't the same, yet we
manage cross-plotting

it may be best if
we're our own main characters,
same rising action.

like her, mysterious?

know how you'll know, boy?
it's only the feeling of
knowing you like her.

***

there's something about
the mysterious eyes of
friends you thought you knew


***

nothing's as you think...i think