haunted

haunted by
images not
halloween -
the long times
in between the
way the moon
beams bend
and twist as
a shard or
a sharp sur-
face so surly
surely we won't
miss this opportunity

my car is a mess
my mind is a mess
and yet i plow onward,
upward in words building
Stairs not Walls,
Stares not Calls
what i crave, the
goodbye wave, the
head over the shoulder
turned for an instant not
wanting to go but being
repulsed that damn
gravity in reverse

the universe

the one verse
that will remove
this curse when
read aloud in room
alone with the moon
coming in just so and
the flow of the words
moves the room and
you sway a little and
remember the way
you never saw, &
the way it never
was and these
weights as we
wait for heavy
burdens to lift

the kiss
of the light
from the moon -
so soft /
            lips
miss conse-
quence and
she winced
and went as
not the one.