Brief love 
is better 
than none 
fresh fruit 
is sweeter
waiting for 
grapes to 
become wine 
denies one
of the 
sweetness picked
quickly from 
the vine 

It’s the vacuum 
the sucking out 
that distresses most
need to breathe 
to loosen tie
and unbutton shirt 
it’s the missing 
not the middle 
for there it
still was yet
harder to find 
pockets of it
also called hope 
but this this
is surely death 

Fresh sheets
and coffee 
am I 
a composer
or lover
are you 
a note
or symphony 
come let
us play 

Zip I do
dash I must 
wheels instead of 
feet I move 
like a robot 
knowing my routine 
dance I can’t 
for these wheels 
know no rhythm 
besides gaily round 

If I 
could look 
beyond you 
I’d see
nothing for 
who can 
look into 
one’s star
and see
very far