trompe l'oeil

we dance and war paint
around a place for fire
over better truths
unproven nor retired
in homage to giant creators
smaller than our destructive nature

can we meet anywhere but a coffee shop

will i write anything other than
unrequited love songs to myself

when tomorrow gives us more to eat
will it be without reservations
at the same table



wb

my only birthright

a dead man lives in these bones
though he has forgotten how he goes
despite having seen it somewhere before
in a dream or something like it

when he has his déjà vu
will you bury him
like the elephants do
with their dance
exchanging au revoir for adieu
they have not forgotten
how to fondle the lifeless leftover pieces
to attempt to solve the puzzle

will you give him his allotted mound of earth
somewhere he would have loved to run forever




wb