sweet temporary

look at what you have
instead of what keeps leaving you
look at what you have
instead of what keeps leaving, leaving, leaving

they published the look you have her
printed an infinite edition
she'll scrub the price tag off
to reveal a clear rendition

of the love you breathed into her
on the counter tops in the kitchen
the pots and pans all watched
for the recipe of your kisses

look at what you have. . .

picking through the pawn shop
of your dusty thoughts
the film reels of your mind
are fearing dry rot

sir, i give and breathe
only for the one eye on top
like me, like me, like me or not

i'm down on heavy knee
take my family
please take all i see
sweet temporary

land locked fishes

he rode his dark horse across the open face sea
to the dolomite cliffs and the olive branched trees
in a rayon button down, pants rolled at the knee
saddle bags full, blueprints between his teeth

with sea as their haven
a liquid barricade
they separately waded
on opposite sides of the waves

king trit on
tried in spite
of the distance
to pull the two together
to rally the one eyed witness
to dredge up the rotten bodies of
the long forgotten ships
to bring the inner winds to emptiness
to resubmerge
the land locked fishes

salt soaked cliffs

________________________________photo christina poindexter

africa retracted her landlocked kiss
from the top of spain's
salt soaked cliffs
she said this closeness will be missed
dividing the seas with our isthmus bliss

he rode his horse hazily
through her tuliped field
hair pulled long, tossing the shield
that had weeded out the warriors
from the peaceman's passive yield
that shelled his vulnerable skin
from the hitman's shady deal

purging the poison
time turns the wheel
nothing here is real
nothing here is real

so slip back dear
slip back dear
the inevitable procession
of a fading mirror

africa retracted her land locked kiss