the music that I dance to

That light at the end of the tunnel
turned out to be an artificial
flashlight with no spare batteries
And when it goes out
finding my way back creeping
along the mossy covered walls of
this pathway deep underground
loose footing, happy feet
dancing
rhythm
pictures, paintings, colors that
I look at sideways
from the right and left
getting a new angle
ocean colors that splatter and
smooth, run away from the paintbrush
oh well
what's with this framework anyway?
burst free, get out, bust a move
dance on the green downtown
with your neighbor waiting for the bus
the music will come to you
if it doesn't, hum it to yourself
what do I care
glassy, cloudy days
looking through the foggy webs of my
eyes
speed up. slow down.
one step, two step, cha-cha-cha
hip-shake and a hop.
sideways looks and corner smiles.

Gibberish

The icky ticky tacky
flagrant fragrance of those
words I say
sitting here, playing with my hair
looking up at you with those blue
watered down eyes that you told
me you could swim in
like the ocean
el mar, la mar
la reflección de las estrellas en su
superficie
al fondo largo sin saber

tactile, factile scrabbled letters
of that gibberish
in one ear and out the other
what did you say?
in what way?
wait, I missed it, but don't repeat it
I don't want to hear what's been
near
hovering close by
I can smell it, touch it, see it
but it has no name
foreign cloud that's all around
like the fog in the mountains
twisty, winding roads
a ribbon that I'll follow with
my car, headlights parting the way
away
getting lost and found
upon whose holy ground?
the foundation of my skin
smooth and warm
those little hairs that are the doorways
to goosebumps
when I inhale so deeply it's hard to
breathe