many dates

i guess five twenty three
was just one of the dates
there are others or there
will be other dates other
moments spent wondering -

i guess four twenty seven
was one of them daze days
in between the other days
will there be other dates
minutes spent pondering -

i reckon eight o'clock in
the morning is too late &
yet you waited w/out that
rhyming word that fits so
well, i'm not yet yawning

- signed,
like a slow trip to paris,
with ink of tears and blood,
a dorky poet guy in another state.