..... Dave Wheeler
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Questions Gray black glacial mass This machine seems frozen My feelings are all question marks Made of diamond The facets of you Are the hardest of all Thrown stones Sometimes skip across the surface Before they acquire their deepness We claimed ours Like falling down stairs On that sidewalk off the boulevard We were leaning On my dirty black car Our broken edges Interlocked like a zipper We became This blue white stone in the blackness Has spun so many times since All of the lights in that night sky Flicker with the questions of my feelings Love is not amongst them My love for you is not amongst them After Hours Jam Club One bird At my window Squeak toy barking at five A.M. A few too many the night before morning My stomach creaks It's acid bark I think of the persistence of life Squeaking out its pulse Flesh corrupts and recovers With welcome regularity Other birds Join the soloist Question and answer Like swelling beads of water Pipe end plopping in Ping-Pong pulses Call and response popping Louder and larger The ensemble swells To ten then twenty Growing in ranks At the new after hours jam club On my ledge I think of the unlikely states that intersected At many crucial points To allow life to happen and spread There are no less than one hundred Squeak squawking feather bags Forming into a bagpipe symphony Of rubber duck honks My head My stomach I am tired The club is closed The bar is dry Chairs up The keeper is weary And weak So If you don't mind My little teachers I just heard Of the coolest new spot A couple of alleys down across the way Far enough from earshot For me To fall Asleep A Walk in the Park I am, kind of, funny little kid like in the park You are red haired girl in all supreme cuteness I Charlie Brown to bashful little boy like state Run the bases, Breathe the air of youth sucking on marrow meat Meek like first kiss dates but hungry like for food Am hungry for real but desiring you in this moment Like picture framed snapshots on dusty desk shelf head room Memory molding heart beats, squint eye street light park night Pushing to shadow walking secret places. I can barely breathe but fake it to remain not unconscious but still knocked out Hunger shy smile sweetness, slyly creeping into ritual without notice You wear my clothes as I eat your words and speak some too Happy ant building mountains one grain at a time Stacks of small things make you taller I am feeding in this pleasure as a witness and a player. I am, kind of, funny little kid like in the park You are red haired girl in all supreme cuteness I Charlie Brown to bashful little boy like state Run the bases, Breathe the air of youth sucking on marrow meat Meek like first kiss dates but hungry like for food Am hungry for real but desiring you in this moment Main Page
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