I. 

Danced with you two
Floor hopping legs like windshield 
Wipers’ anticipation before rain
Then next night
Band played Star Wars
On another rainy evening
I took your invitation
And saw a peculiar planet
New elevation of
The one sought after,
Not seeking. 


Off leather, into knee joints
Twisting columns of can’t
And can — wooden floor
And coffee table. Is anyone
Seeing this — crowded, dark,
Electronic nest of music

Shaking jowls loose 
Meeting you more than halfway
Otherwise I’d be sitting, still. 
Your disappointments, no,
My quiet, yes,
But then I thought and knew
It don’t matter like it used to

Twin cosmos flat new
Rubber soles treading
On toes into shining
Upper body carriage
Finds tracks, like Oregon
Trail.

But do I like anyone 
So much as dancing?
Partnership

II.

Every one I know lays together on
Charlotte’s bed and discusses 
What — what we already know
Sorrows of similarity penning
Difference in our hearts, diffident. 

A quadrangle situated in the last 
Space, like crush the bean —
Absolutely no space for children, 
Bottom of pecking order — charging
Through your open invitations. 
Where I sit, opposite from you. 

Slow swans, bluesy tunes, wandering
Into friends’ smiles though there’s no lighter
For the cigarette and my soul is upside
Down. 

Ions floating, push and pull, stretch
Their shoulders. I am no object, nor is time.
Why should they ask for what pushes us through each
Latent sentiment of each day When you

Can take it in your own hands and bend 
me like rubber. I’d rather halve it and spit 
The distance (split the difference). Some 
What I’m bivalent (ambivalent) to yes. 


III. 


Sitting under poplars —
Popular kid from college
Washed up post-party
At Dean Street, Belle & Sebastian
Ring through to greet
Guests from 9 to 5 cuz
Te Quiero til the sun
Comes up then I go
About my day normally,
Alone, away from you,
Who does what you do,
And I hear about it after

IV. 

Pepper rosebud rosemary
Chapel choose who you
Marry may I carry open
Parcels of pavement sprayed
With “Dig” into “Dick” your 
Mark, masterful as mastication
And many stone diners option
1, 2, 3 and you chose 2 with 
Me, in agree forested by
Palms and slapping trees wads
Of paper was crinkled by 
honeysuckin’ final clean up crew
fertilizin’ swan eggs in the presence
Of the mate, not matin’ jus’
waitin’ the 2 months to gestate