Soft navy linens,
stuffed with goose down, hug my skull.
Eyelids flutter, shut.
An online commonplace book
Soft navy linens,
stuffed with goose down, hug my skull.
Eyelids flutter, shut.
We lived side by side
Shared walls and parking spaces
Armenia called
Morning clouds graze east.
Sweat flows from our temples.
We Labor. We Play.
Knees bent. Shoulders squared.
Gooseneck up. Snap your wrist. Fly.
Chasing perfection.
Earth’s little brother
traps the cosmos in my mind.
I pause. I wonder.
Sand in the floor mats.
Surfboards speared through the backseat.
Waves at dusk whisper.
Merciless jungle.
Poison arrows, Jaguars lurk.
Radio silence.
Old manhole covers,
rusted steel. What lives beneath?
I’ll never reveal.
Steamed towel. Sweat pores.
Graceful straight razor, aftershave.
Stiff spined, I howl.
Mansions scream out. Tents
hide beneath the canopy.
Light rails dart above.