Could you dream me a river today? 

The mountaintops are wrapped in autmn
and the harvest lays as rows of golden chains
and burgundy leaves
cast across the valley floor
fat purple bunches hung
and dark with swollen nectar 

A message in a bottle

Eyes that stutter the heart
that you could exist
renders breath impossible
Too bright for possibility
the unwound anticipation
curled like a scorpion tail
ready to poison possibility
with haste

Next month, I'll face the south when the cold comes

Faithless hope
in the end of winter, Texas
Bacchus is well bound here
in the moss and rain
and fog wrapped cliffs
woven into smoke and spirits
tending a faithless hearth
spitting his unwanted seed
into the mud

Could you catch a comet tonight?

Of course, there's no cure for the common comet
spaceball twirling mad
tumbling icicles
in my twisting wake
as I richocet
around the walls of my rubber room

Did you design it yourself?

Why yes
or no?
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Why would you hide from me?

So I won't have to watch
you hide from me. 

Call it a gift, kiddo
I've done this dance before
and unless you're willing to lead
I think I'll sit this one out

silently

wondering

what you are