safe lips end this history

above the toaster
a life worthwhile
as any cosmos
pops up ordinary,

while clowns trawled
for sex, rain and snow
fell into the sunset,

I've waited and such
for a surge of sympathy,

it was like juggling apples
on the end of your tongue
or fishing a hover of trout,

it was like falling in love
with too much of yourself or
holding to reactionary hopes,

hands on the worlds butt
feeling the armed resistance
or looking directly into you.


jgh(c)2008