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MJ come home i miss you.

In the essence
of a thought

how long it takes
for the air to hit my palm
with a finger pyramid cupping
the long sigh of a loved one

who's gone and not coming home.


The jewels of caved in eyes
crushing tears
out of unfulfilled sleepy lids.
So stupid to be so upset
about feeling so alive

an electric bolt conducts a city
with a move of my wand like
broken index finger.
Indexing old files of passed loves
and the instantaneous failure
like exploding cars
one day its a nice ride
til its not.

The hope of late night phone calls.
or looking in familiar spots hoping
almost seeing it visually in the opera house
that is your inner-psyche...

a face enters from left stage
leaned around a curtain corner

"So nice to see you."
A bite of the hand
a kiss on the finger
a wave
a tilt of the hat
with a scratch of the scalp
dipped in a deep smile.

God bless a memory
because these crosses are getting heavy
and i can live wherever i want inbetween the alternating seconds
that weave reality
back into the matter of all things.

The manner in which i conduct myself
is sometimes less than becoming of a man like myself.

But i care.
and i miss
y
ou.

Whoever you are
i miss you.