pink. I float on clouds two inches above the keys in my hand
im too high to light ignitions,
to spark distance on the long road ahead
im out of earshot of this fast mouth
i shiver but i'm too far to feel cold, or hot
i cry
too numb to make it last
thinking
of you in ten years
i plead
thinking
of my body
i shake
wet in your company
breathing deep and singing loud

waiting

tonight is all i know
street lamp serenity, mystery in your rhyme
i wait.

knowing you may
or may not be on your way
i forget.

about daylight,
and all things that come with tomorrow,
because night lasts

because night is
traveling.

In The Dugout

In the dugout
You dug me out
Of suburban boredom,
I do the same
laugh with the rhythm of pretned-permaenence
i am
temporary
so when You mispronounce my name, i don't really mind
and your name?
what is it again- one of those easy names, like john or mike.
Too easy that i second guess myself when I call to you, outloud
So we prefer to go nameless
feeling anonymitiy’s breeze on our naked backs
We watch the sun set over the yellow house
We Smoke cigarettes,
And lean against wire net.
breathing baseball’s tan dust in early spring
(or is it late winter?)
we stay until sun set,
until our families need us
to return keys,
to swoop up little ones.
us
secret players at dusk,
chewing and spitting eachother out like tobacco

as long as you leave less lonely than when you arrived.
"as long as it's fun,"
can't rememebr who told me that or how old i was
an age when everything was suppoed to be "fun" i guess
but even at that age i knew there was more than that
i knew about pain and wasn;t scared to wash it away with days of tears
i knew about secrets and wasn't ashamed to bear my few
as ong as i leave having more fun than when i came,
i know this is all it is
tonight i left you less lonely and more sad
sad that i had to leave my home to come to yours
sad when you stroked my hari the way that is so damn sweet