sheila smiles

[constantine]

should've taken half
but sheila already dropped
and didn't want to travel alone
one hour later
my tongue's trying to figure out
where and how my mouth opens
life was becoming problematic
relative density in flux
raindrop mantras coalesced
cascading
through the channels
the sounds between sounds
spaces have their own rhythm
that stretch and bend like
cigarette smoke
spiraling spider strands
sucked through a keyhole vortex
it's a tough room
sheila smiles a wink
and dances with shadow
they are complementary
siamese escher twins
she has gone motif
a meander of repetitive motion
stylized, streamlined
like one of those brucke woodcuts
armlegs metronomic
geometric clockfaced and cubed
like some kandinsky abstraction
where sound and form interface
and all the conventions
all you are comfortable with
the 12 by 15 rectangles you call home
come crashing down around you
like a fistful of pickup stix
and the only thing you're sure of
is that you should've taken half

[WIREMAN]

half a whole
1/2 as much
great flow down
the page dino
like word waterfall
'bout life.......

[westcoast]

the 12 by 15 rectangles you call home

great line

i enjoyed the poem


~westie

[constantine]

nice pic - you look like an italian starlet. you too wireman.