Perhaps I’ve said too little,
perhaps I’ve said too much.
Whichever be the case Fante,
perhaps I’ll Ask The Dust.
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Communion in the Park
Men in the park
grip brown paper bags
certain as Catholic nuns
grasp their faith,
both counting one
by one, until neither
makes any difference
in the course of eternity.
Two paths, one park bench—
Angelic in their own rite.
Topanga
Halogen yellow bursts
of light, turn signals
burn bright, through
white lines of Topanga
Morning sunrise, her and I
up all night, we rise
like silhouetted tree
under the belly of LA sky,
gaze upon a sea of fog
clouds, shower faint
hallucinations of
spontaneous future
Travel
yourself and happiness
The only road block
between yourself
and happiness,
is you.
In the company of friends
I knew I wasn’t kidding anyone
I just never knew how obvious I was
Until they told me and then, well
I just felt a little dumb, but glad, really
to be in the company of friends.
Talking by her car
Talking by her car — that night
our intuition brought us together —
I never wanted to leave.
