The
Eyes Grow Dark and Inward
(a
driver's side view)
Eyes flash and scan one another
Hope to
grow dark and inward together
As the
action mounts and the interaction
Never
stops.
What do
you get, the wiper rhythm?
The new
car smell, tinted glass, chrome?
The long
oh of its OM, or the potential to
Back out, either side?
The lady is so Christian, and blue as a dance
She thinks I am all hands.
Why a precious press forward, it's not a limo
The occasion primo, afterthought condenses
steam, the aims of the aimless, less amiable
In the
end.
The
preamble of love is to flash and scan
The hope
is to go inward to a private dark
Where
the landscape is more than just the
Lay of
the land.
With
watches trained on a nervous vigil
An
insidious giggle reinvents intrigue and
The
languor that follows, after the all between
Is Dead
Sleep…
Electric
ninth chords play from the dash
Heightened wire finds the unwritten alignments
And
every simultaneous planet shining.
A memory
of first love grows darker within us
A hail
Mary moment in the car beep of being.
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