cALLIope

You're just learning things that I have already learned. That sweetness is being measured; and fulfilling me. Discovery. And bring me back to where I was, when I thought about all these silly ways, waves and tides. I kissed your sides and then on a rewarding whim, perused. Pursued then perused. We're both a delicate mess, but with taste. Inspiration always comes from the fresh. Hope is a beautiful face.

An Ending, Complete

The sky was dismal, the day was dismissed. Auburn piles grew higher, upon the higher, and everything would be different soon. And all changes are forever. The store around the way was closing its doors and staying closed all winter. No point in selling when there's no one for buying. They threw out all the food. And the moonlighters became lucky; night job only. Twenty-something hour diners with stimulants, yes, but no liquor license, like everyone wanted. The open sign had a flicker, like a man with a screw loose, he's close to dying.

Published Stuff.

• "The Moon, In Two"

• "A Dark, Crowded Bar"

Highwaymen

My father wakes up at five a.m.
There are less cars on the road at two a.m. than there are at five a.m.
That probably means that there are more people in the world like my dad
Than there are people like me.

Follow Up: Eight Weeks

"Eight Weeks" has become a song. The song has become a named musical endeavor which has become a web location.

www.myspace.com/avvenenza
www.thesixtyone.com/avvenenza

Eight Weeks

I have time,
But only a little time.
Know, I line up my eyes
Only to line up my eyes
With your time,
With your eyes.

I know I have to go;
Better wait, better wait.
Wanting comes, and goes
On better days.
Bide me and bite your tongue.
Better aim for better things
Than live with what we’ve done,
What timing does.
Don’t make me, don’t make me beg.
Just stay…
On the floor where the phone falls,
--Better days, better days…--
Curled into a ball
With no escape.
I know I have to go;
Better wait, better wait.
I hold time like a phone.
Better wait…

A Beginning, Lightly

Some sort of brash, and sort of timid,
Working through the mix of both,
And then the victories come,
And he's surrounded.
She closes her eyes and he just lays there, thinking.
Come out quickly.
She fails to drift.
The night will be over soon.