Eternally

Some sort of death camp mad cap romance,
my afternoon's shirtless spitting raspberry seeds
into plastic bag reveries, rain beats to neighbor's alarm,
wet outside and purified earth, red carpet to rapture,

I decide
to walk slowly
in cleansing showers,

walk backward under
dripping moons
and heartless star,

wet shoes marked
by grayed escapes
alone,

storm picks up stereo-sound beating down
cover your head lower your head
shield me eyes and sweat mixes with drenched hood,

cool May and where's all that spring yet to come?

how's the seasons revolve around the sun?

My mornings with Arthur and his kind words

Everywhere the Aardvark slept,
the grinding of steely intestines
and metallic orbs
watching over us,
brought him restless nights,
though in the morning,
with a thin bead of light
shining through our window
he always smiled,
spoke of romantic dreams,
and drinking cups of
blackened coffee,
waited for the rapture
with me.