roadtrip (may 2011)

that faint syllable
put us together
in the solitude
of a soundstruck silence
on the road

and line by state line
he tries to pull close
that flicker of fire
draw a circle around the wind
and put a price on
the paper and penmarks
of heartbeats and candles

lovely, she said
or it was imagined
a rustle of vocal cords
or cloth and stitching
familiar, cool
let's go

so, let's
and he says
that I swear to know
how to dance
and be a dancer
while feet are both left
over and over
my sternest desire
are right

with silent frenzy
let's
hit that road
and run for thousands of miles on the water
let's
twist the turnpike
deep in the wood
where we forget we have names
and each rainshaking arbour
says his own

this isn't even what it appears
and doesn't come close
to the balcony breeze
that flicks eyes closed
and trails on
that great bird floor
over the sea and see
to a time and place
permanent, immobile
and temporarily everyhere

let's
talk in whispers
until we can't hear anything else
and the day's events are a series of firepits
let's
be so silent
that we can't hear anything else
that we forget our noisynames
and fall back asleep

he swears up and down
in the coldwrapped halo of the air
that I don't know how to sing
but every drop of that quiet
whistles out another to another
let's
go

and she says
in a rustle of leaves
let's