by the look of my face

A tiny blue dot
is waiting to be loved
It appears as a flash
That day
I was deep in mud
at an outdoor concert
in the catskills,
It was the start of summer
waiting for magic
forgetting the tragic
moment of crisis
moment in winter
all of the embarrassing messages
are in my hand
I’m further and further away
and arrive back to the sight
of the token muse
doing a push up with Boyish charm
drinking the rose-colored
and searching for a certain shade
of yellow among
the road flowers

2 thoughts on “by the look of my face

  1. This is one of several that I’ve read. I admire your spare diction and how you steer clear of prettiness and poesy. Your poems are strong.


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