portland

it didn't seem to be in the cards
i asked dilegently
pulling fates wih my left hand
(it still feels a little awkward, even after the surgeory)

her brown hair frames her face
she moves her fingers slow over my drunk skin
calming the storms
the waves let up just long enough

the bar echoes with chatter
poets and prophets alike
drinks fill cups, swords stab backs
i am buried in her green eyes

confessions spill all over the parking lot
tears run from the lovers' eyes
they kiss hard
an anchor rips into the beach

bacon and eggs

there are pigs in the hen house

sucking yolks from the nest

crying clucks pierce the heavens

slimy swine

clean the dust off the cob-webs

relocate

buckets of piles

paints and brushes

a lot of efforts on these shoulders

moved into trucks

on black streets

each of us hit

clash and separate

a good start to something inevitable

surely

one a new heir

another a new promise to build

something grand

partner in tow

dust and lemony scents fill their noses

burn their eyes

two soft kisses

and a few strong words

making moves

jobs fer sail

force fed focus

his broke speech chokes us

gifted gab

unemployed

part time dad

gives all but anything

to evoke this

burnt fingers

(the roaches)

living life times

lost in single daydreams

something always

strategically

placed in every

sc(subliminal)ene

a queens suicide king

to a fools fiend