Sunday, March 28, 2010

Bright Eyes

you came from my dream
very late to stand at my door
with your bright eyes
very real and wholly mythical

and in those waking moments
fragments all in a rush

jukebox matchmaker
feverish crayons
the angry spider
genocide perpetrated against clams
a boy in the circus
campfire perfume
a case of bad brakes
all the snacks in the mountains
a sadly heartbroken deer

so much from so short a time
the well i lower a bucket into
when i need to remember
how sweet life can be

(until we meet again...)