friday

night seeps through
the veins in the ground

a cricket, a passersby

a woman on her
nightly run to the
Chinese food place

a child recieves
a good-night kiss on the forehead

across the globe
it is already morning
a song is heard
in the shower

two friends carpool to work -
wish for Friday night
so they can drink -
realize their dreams in conversation

the voice of the mundane day
a distant murmur

more than a breeze

the wild call of the wind beckons
move with it as if you are a loose feather
that has taken flight
apart from its home, its body

the air is yours
wander among the hibiscus blossoms
hidden in this morning's sunrise

a creature in constant motion
awake in a dream

in the sky 

running desire

teens run through the night
as if it were invisible -
a weightless device

unstoppable - lust tricks
no one and everyone
falls for it

the evening air itself
an aphrodisiac
especially when young
in summer
among lilies
and paved roads
and the newness
of height and curves

the road, a dangerous
necessity

at the table

I am regular
comfortable to sit with
a silent voice
that echoes,
reassures
my presence

too many things

things and stuff
are full of fluff
and fun and fringe
crinkle, crumble,
the dollars singe

spent on stuff
and other things
like candy stores
and purple rings
brand new shoes
and things you lose
-like sunglasses

and things you use
-like pottery classes

we like stuff
and to do things
we spin and spin
and hope to stop
before our bodies
and pockets drop

We try and try
to reach the top
we spin and spin
and just don't stop

i want more

with all the things
I have
I sell
I want more
the glory
the fabulous story
of Crystal
and Dior
dresses that float
in the moonlight
along the patio
that encircles
the heated Olympic-
sized pool

materialistic
and I'm a fool
money isn't
happiness
it doesn't
make you cool

I want it all
you do too

or maybe
you don't

I wish
for myself
to rise above
the tangible - 
money affected,
society inflicted
design

but I want more
to be mine

more things and stuff

of things and stuff
I am full

my cart has three
no make that 4
things that soon
I won't need
'no more

My closet's
stuffed
with things and stuff
I packed it up
said enough's enough

off on the truck
I sent it out
where it is free
to set about
and land in
someone else's lap
a place far
from here
on the map

things, things
what a trap!
all that junk-
a bunch
of bunk

just give it, toss
it, sell it away
you never needed it
anyway