I heard someone say my name.
Use it as a phonograph.
Spin its ends through history.
Put to use the words that come from its story.
Once written down. The notes between us,
a fiery myth spells me clear of evil.
Upheaval seems to deny good principle;
The approach of which has fallen like a bird, mid-flight.
The seams are sealed in skyline.
Unbidden, I speak your name.
That Made Me Laugh
Your dive
was
backwards
through
dispossessed
centuries.
I curl
up with my
thoughts
In a daylight
driven by stranger’s
words, like dots.
