As/Is







7.11.2007


wayward

suppose that you are alone
and the edge that you sought
is to be found mundane as niagra falls
will you still love me tomorrow
as you do today surely
in the talking to you
i've a wild idea to walk with
i'd like to tell so urgently
let's chimerically flashlight
the candelabra flesh
of before and after
my hair's thinning
maybe revelatory
we brought the wayward boy home
tripping into the night
as high as a byrd
is eight miles


-- 7-11-07, Illinois