torn labels

            if I am a stranger
           then this is th best you will see
           iris through th window of a limousine
           while you sleep                                   

skytrain to th theaters
of departure – out of sight, thou art a love
unpracticed;

where hearts run down
avenues
            she raises me an alley
            each time

to a younger garden
w/ perfect neighbors
that I cannot begin to step
carefully enough through

            and all th different ppl were there
            not in color
            but in spice         , and I saw hope

got through her hotel tears
when I couldn’t be looked at directly
she looked at th sunrise
it burnt my eyes too
             I saw orange
             n th vancouver hotel room
             w/ a parking lot view

early to her sleepy head
is a blonde pillow storm

            her little heart
            in an overnight bag

and black hooker boots that are so becoming
way passed checkout time
            th modern lovers grab their baggage
            but have not left yet

when Picasso unveils across th street–
a secret meeting of blue bookstores

his paintings are a map of th eye
that ends at delicate retinas
in my sea of vitreous humor

# posted by hardyf : 23:06