Wellington Square, and a flourish of wings sends
a shiver through water that rings in crescent pulses

This is a heart among many hearts,
that teem with the steps of the living

In streams they come pacing, purpose
in eye, hurry the grave is waiting.

The droplets fly around us, as the
crumbs fly at pigeons, those interminable
rats of the air you keep feeding

Croissant dregs, until the day you cry:
"What are these winged miracles?

that abound my head in pirouette twirls
ascending up the azure sky?"

I could write a thousand words
to describe how beautiful you are to me.
How imperfect you are in my eyes
but fitted perfectly to my heart.
You are the pearl I would love to dive
into the deepest of the sea.
The brightest star in the midnight sky
I would but dare not to touch-
But bear to stare at it for the rest of my life.

Malignant Drone….

I should have blown the phone
and kissed her,
because as I sat all alone,
like stone,
I missed her.

Minutes became stretched as I watched,
while she left with a better prepared guy.
As another app on his bedpost was notched,
my heart said, keep playing, you won’t die.

Then I raced through another game,
my mind, my eyes eternally lost.
Even new excuses became quite lame,
relationships died in my electronic frost.

Three for just one

Out in the clouds
rolling wet
she still wonders yet

She awaits his decision
now or later
whenever

In that moment
of chaos
he wondered
where to kiss first

But what can you say
about a man
in the desert

What comes
nearest first
thrust!
or
thirst...