Your trouble and mine

The trees are all lined up
As if they asked for order
And you stop at a red light
With an unsuspected
Unmarked detour
Play me your favorite song
From a b side
Of my favorite band
And we launch the heat
Against the defrost
You read all about it
Before you kiss me


The light persevered
demanding my eyes react
with a great stare,
one that picks apart the prism and says
Emeralds! Success!
Green, green means go!
Go into your tall trees
fall onto your soft leaves
Touch the sun with your
green arrow, be a well
intentioned superhero.

The light was green
but we couldn’t go.
The wheels stood still
waiting for the shadows
of lime tinged monsters
to rise over the hood.
Mostly everyone ducked
yet I couldn’t pull my eyes away
from the prism I’d worked so
hard to inspect
and as another light turned red
this one only dimmed.

Green, green means go.
Hails from envy,
the heart chakra and
old glass found on the beachfront.

I couldn’t take my eyes away.
And against the grayness–
with a final attempt,
I dove in–
not into an ocean,
sea foaming green and white;
not into the pool, mica tile.
I dove in, like a swan,
a crow on the road,
a pirate.
I dove with poise
closing my eyes tight,
green became my eyelids,
center of being.

Monday Night Show

Paper airplanes
take the stage
three, four at a time.
Fire threatens eardrums
roaring from the past,
palm trees lost to the sun.

The pulse in my arches
guides the visual concepts
keeping me awake at night.
And as we forge into
autumn I will not forget
the first beats
that lost rhythm in the cold.