pocket

in the
niche the pocket of the
microcosm

like a planetary system 
dependent upon 
you

my sun

the least visible
most pressing
force

pretending we
are free

fall soft

the grapefruit ice you drink upon the delta breeze

with summer lost its spark

calm down. you need not rush

the leaves to turn and

softly fall upon the crossing

walk

time to sit and talk

all the cell phones gone and what a world

would be. what a world once

was and how we got along you

fingered my blouse i cried to think so

soon you would be

gone

sapphire

you touch the sapphire eye for solace

without looking when

inconsolable

come to this country never been

here before

the ones you meet either like you

or dislike you for no good reason

america
a period to end all the sentences running

and running away

a pitch turning colors displaying a royal

flush of feathered tails


have another vodka sapphire eye sees

you home

skull

i once envied you
who

 could give
a fuck or less

see what has become
of you and

your thick skull

i am sensitive and was

bullied for it for

years

now i see this as my

greatest strength for

i am woke

you get all your groceries
delivered

you think no one
gives a damn

and you’re
right