September 2007
3 posts
Theater
Improv night:
where you and I both
practice
telling each other lies
— the more outrageous they are,
the more believable they seem —
in order to
create
a barely-plausible scene
where we go from being
simply stage hands
on each other’s bodies
to seasoned actors
in a sizzle reel.
Steam Engine
The slow rumble of the train
overhead
is our lullaby
that rocks us to sleep
as we lay in
suspendedmotion
in our hammock
tied under the elevated tracks.
I kiss you
vigorously
to chase the taste of
dripping axle grease
from our mouths
before
an errant wheel skid
sparks our passions
and our hammock
aflame.
Our embers will tell the story of our fiery romance.
Watercolors
Before you leave,
I ask you to paint me a picture.
To stand in front of your easel
and use your palette
to splash tales of our lives
with your watercolor set.
Before you leave,
I ask you to paint me a picture of you:
so that when the ripples of the reflection clear
I get a glimpse of me too.
But before you leave,
you ask me to write you a story.
And so I submerge myself
into a...