Cut out

Wet roofs
green, green leaves
bluebird sullenly staring at me
out there beyond the trees
footsteps of a humming city.
Do I want your complex chemistry?
Spawn of ancient Babylon, dancing girls,
prayer shawl, swift flights of desert wind.

You’re standing in a bar
glass of wine
rapt girl pinned to your side
there at the back of your mind
is a cut out image of me.

…………………………………………………………………………………………..
Circles recreate their yarn, lines of soldiers bursting to escape that hinged compartment that you call your heart. I’m waiting for your eyes to surprise me, I want to cut them out and wear them in my ears, black diamonds, black pools of Hebrew wisdom, then I could forget you. All roads lead to tunnels I’ve arranged and re arranged over years.

…………………………………………………………………………………………..

Faces change
lines crack
under the pressure
of a lazy afternoon
where the blue
finally shines through.

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