It’s sunny here
heaven filled with
paparazzi
blue sky and ocean
blend at the horizon
underwater blue
trucks roll past
angry giants
making earth shake
like an eruption
underfoot
a checkerboard
of roof tops dot
the ground beneath
me looking like
Chinese Checkers
plumes of green pink
white trees cover
like a colorful quilt
rooftops glow in
the sun like warm
lightbulbs
it’s paradise
and just how
you imagine
it

chat with too many
men on the internet
while we are texting
are we really meeting
park bar church
or is it simply
a wrong number
to someone
you thought
you knew

what is “meeting” in
this age is it the knock
on the text app door
“Hey there”
“Boss picture”
or
“What’s your blog
I only read poetry”
when do you become
lovers hours pass
how many
hours must pass
to be lovers

Last night’s moon
hidden behind elderly
beards flaked into
our room last night
you asleep away from
me I watched the lunar
dance across the
rippling tide of your
chest and stomach I
move closer hand on
stomach like a couple
of old dogs and kissing
your eyes and throat
you growl in your sleep
a lion cub and roll towards
me like a back landed
turtle you place your leg
over my hip and whisper
my name in Spanish
Portuguese English
growling like a suspicious
dog you roll me into
moonlight and fireflies
kissing me
in the
light
wafting in

I’m tired I say
but I must write
I reply
cuckoo clocks
my muse left
this morning
inspiration empty
hollow words and
hollow logs are places
in which
I hide