Cold the steps of coin..

They sit on cold steps of coin,
undemanding types demanding
an unequal gap in our lives be
closed, we from the comfort of
suburbia sleepwalk to a certain
death not physical, but a stifling
end of thought and dream
un apposed

Killed off by rhetoric from a square
shape in the corner, never hearing
live the speech makers or standing
shoulder to shoulder with a
questioner’s mike.

It was captain Macfarty the head of the party
Commander of ship and of crew
Who ordered “set sail” in pursuit of the whale
That was known as Kahuna Kalloo
It was huge it was quick and its scent made you sick
For it smelled just like octopus poo
It was big it was large ’bout the size of a barge
Though, some people would swear it was two

pure you push the plush persuit
planular perfume perfection

the ovid isolation dream
suspends eclipsed
where two hearts meet

"thats the poison"
you sighed
and I slid beneath the
sleep of windowless skies

kiss us away
this rainstretch morning
with dampness
tinged in murky puddles

circlets of thoughts
falling down

Sunday morning in the city,
icy pavement, icy street,
bare trees white with winter's white
its silence overwhelms

you wrote a poem about paper and skin,
we play rock, paper, scissors
inside this fairy dust;

in orbs of water,
it is always snowing
it covers and hides us
like bubbles we collide

not long ago,
wild geese
left no impressions, no shadows
for the leopards in the snow,
who are we, always coming and
going?