On The Wake

alternative, the sun shines

obvious, wake

a lakeshore. i need a cigarette

we start paranoid fingers

toward her face.

O, dream yr skin flight

owning it and knowing it

as to pass the sleeper.

i don't want to be

standing dwn, the sun is bright

makes me have.

oak trees in yr garden, poetry

did you know that?

maybe we leave.

she dried her fingers

on the lament of mother

passing.

scent leave. a scruff

of stuff and cool

lights. newness in moon,

planet wake

step out and see.

hold to the now, 

a waking sight of where.

yeh, this lit Haitian cigarette, 

go.

working for, walked 

along the blvd.

all those mild canopies

because I am leaving it up to you.