June 5th, 2011

SUNDAY PRAYER, cclxix

time & time again

your voice would to me come at night

through satellites and wizardry

long after the kick of the last cup of coffee

faded into dull and dreariness

and all our limbs were long and weary

and laying down, and barely speaking,

the phone balanced against my cheek,

i'd fall asleep, and you would too,

to let the radiation its worst mischief do.

there was never any twinge of lonely

no hinge in either heart left creaking

but it was hard for us to stop the seeking

that is the spirit's awful thirst.

a bubble floating always bursts

and good goes bad and then gets worse

i am, i am.

you are a birthday

deep with the dayshine

from dusk to moonbreak

the dust of keepsakes

time & time again, i am i am

das - chicago, illinois u.s.a.