To sing but never to hum again along the vine
lining consciousness with fangs each
several lifetimes long our fingers hanging
like dove grey icicles, shapely tentacles that
sigh in the jelly dark
eyes like two terriers she danced into
view and multiplied.
Before I
knew it she had one times ten made two
several pipelines along a shoreline like a finger
the czar of sleep lie freezing
and unannounced as a pink priest
blessed evening fell gently on the town
lobsters and invitations falling all around
but even if we star on separate shows
on separate channels
silently swimming, almost unaware
our photos are so far Mafioso
but all we know of the piano
we loved so well.
