gigondas

A new version of something, moving it from prose to poetry. Still needs a bit of work.

cardboarded memory

She's gone
and her placard is leaning against the wall.
A simple cardboard sign,
it reads "CHARLOTTE"
in big black letters decorated with red,paisleyed veins.

It's a one-of-a-kind signed-type-edition of a road sign.
The whole weekend was about only the finest
after all.

Well that
and multi-use developments and churches
and banks and condos
and churches

and we might have eaten just a little bit.

Just maybe.

With certainty,
There was lots of laughter and yawning.
Days and nights
and mornings
like lazy afternoons
like fuzzy dawnings
always
kissing while yawning
and touching bones in
arabesque arcs of longing.

-To you
Tee you-

The bare space of the attic
was filled with our breaths
and music from cassettes
(really, cassettes)
made when I was younger
and married and
definitely a younger man
but not a better dancer

it's funny when movement matters


(I stole looks just for the memories.)