blue sliver

park

not a thing but a place in mind and material world, a whim a horse a long pool to swim and touch ends, making sure there is life still in me/us, a joke of wood and air, neither floats without the other, neither exists without an outer skin to hold in the guts of reality

intent

a real door, a door of death sailed into and out of, actually motored into/out of, to the island of denial, come women and men bearing baskets for the natives that laugh but sell and multiply, fly Piper, Lear, Wright and Proper Tail indeed, till the wide horizon swears at too long strings of words no meaning in
deed

intercourse

while laying sideways lust and splendor,
long legged love and yellow suspender
my britches hitched
this still, Decembered night
funny to think back on

day

She has me
in a whim in a basket of fruit, cheese or smoked fish from far
not looking sideways feeling, sidekick reeling, oh that juicy foot that hit the cig out my face and planted a schefflera one stroke, told me what sex means and learned it’s a life of learning, leaning, capturing, fainting, obsession, memory (catch breath) and mystery same as the cats with eyes that see and the hard wooded floors we slide up and down feline like with eyes squint feeling like fur balls intended
She has me good