sweet mirage

you have an aftertaste
up on the avenue
latent but sound as night is sound
is your untold momentum or
is my attending that which reifies
street players and egyptian dancers
beside mystical barflies
to witness the collision
of these our certain
ordinary forces

you have an avenue somewhere
you oftentimes forget
you are ridiculous here in the commonplace
through trees i taste you with the sky
i wonder
and what attraction do those
other bodies now retain
when you fling gravity or flushed aquamarine
not to mention recognition
with glances only just askew
from canopy dark lashes i covet
in lieu of sunbeams

you propel me
three funny blocks
i’m home

~ by krgaskins on August 18, 2009.