the moon i see you there, legionnaire i see the pen you bear like the tide i bring in – i surface – all the tears you veneer i see them hit the canvas as you look up to me & stare – i’m a friend a glimpse out the pane whenever you need an ear these craters upon my face show i’ve too felt the strain of being pulled in all directions besides the one i felt most sane so even sometimes i disappear to gather my thoughts & fears – but i’ll always return to the sky & listen for i have too – been...

game boys when we’re young  we ask our parents  if our friends can stay  one more day for play when we’re older  we ask our lovers to stay a night longer –  one more round of games the press of A button we used for controller –  now updated: the newest version of two men together:  shooting and reloading –  before entry into  the next level grape hyacinth  more holy than Bethlehem sage  are these bells atop their steeple.  the first coming of the garden –  Eucahrist of higher noon! Nature’s...