U-Verse and U-Poetry: The Bagpipes Serenade

From the shy view
Of a pullout couch,
I slide my fingers fast along the floorboards to find
Derelict bootstraps
Roped around sheepskin on a
Delicate frequency.
(Your stripes look better than mine.)
With one foot to steady
And one breath to give,
I cannot help wishing
To be one
With you...
I speak to you in code
With my eyes and my phone
From a distance,
(The hallway)
As your bellow forces retreat
From even the bravest child-bicyclists
To challenge the neighboring sidewalks.
Not a single word lingers on your lips.
There is only sound and breath and regal motion
Splitting the room and my mind
Like paper seams
That wrap and fold and press my thoughts together.
Thus, I press the moment to my heart,
Knowing we must carry on
Apart in the cinnamon air,
(We are stuck opening door handles
And internet portals
Through the burnt bacon sauna).

What else can interrupt our Mockingbird morning?
Submit all your ideas
Care of one callous, cloudy, humming Saturday
And the one
I shared it with.

:)

Fan the Smoke Alarm Some More

little light, coated in
banana-chocolate filling
over blood-spilling bathroom deliverance.
canvas, carry me over sunken seashores
to my lover's thirsty side.
hiding is no option around you,
but oh, to be pulled in!
you are rush and wrath and righteous
courtesy.
cover me.
I'll brush up on my Kentucky Scot,
if you let me be your Alabama Scout.