Me lost itself 
to we in
the merry little 
game of love 
tucked deep into 
my pockets away 
from loss or
theft I put 
myself and in
doing so only 
after dust settled 
that love is
known to stir
back to pockets 
I went searching 
for the thing 
I’d thought I’d
lost but hadn’t 

And like 
a child
dipping a
wand into 
soapy water 
I blew
this little 
bubble that 
I call 
now and 
crawled inside 
to float 
about sparkling 
seeing all
feeling none 
I am 
a princess 
in his 
very own 
glass carriage 

So many
too many 
not enough 
so goes
the cycle 
of tide
and pantry
of love 
and affection 
of things
that matter 
and of
those that 
never did

I’m just 
one man 
in one 
place at
one time 
doing the 
most extraordinary 
things called 
my life 

Today please don’t 
walk under ladders 
or break mirrors 
or spill salt
why you would 
but don’t open 
an umbrella indoors 
get up on
the wrong side 
of your bed 
and keep both 
eyes open for 
a flickering eye 
is an omen 
and avoid the 
black cat that 
crosses your path 
lest you invoke 
seven years of 
terribly bad luck