22 April 2010 § 2 Comments
i will make puzzles into paintings because i can breathe color,
and endless longing displayed in broken pieces fused with lights.
and i will skim my repertoire, because there are more than one or two songs
i know to play for when you’ve stop asking for words.
i’m quite good at living
having almost died once or twice.
and if i can find the value in a
jagged jigsaw creases, is it too much to ask
for a map of the stars?
i am good a tracing faults
but i aspire to more astral lines.
i am more than a crooked note,
a half strung song spoken into the dark.
this spotlight was never meant for a soloist.
i’m still catching pieces, if you catch my drift,
but someday you can sing along.