shimmy

  could never really have enough

a side dish of tiger's eye

pockets stuffed with marigold petals

walking always toward the downy moon

one hand clenching courage

the other kismet and truth

monkey's paw on offer

and, puckered at the wistfulness of wanting

hands swan dive to my sides then lie quiet

no wish to hold what couldn't be handled

  well i shelved astral projection for an entire sunslip

collecting dustmotes until Abdul wired it in the snap of a mousetrap

a torrent of pixies streaming through the transom 

and us soothed by its complex resolution

  the butter when spread thick is conductive

the fault lines only improving the toast

after the ladle spilled over with satin

the table was waxy with satisfaction at being included

then faster than i can think

now what's that cake i was making

it is and who can help me eat it

  if there were ever a sparrow's ear of doubt

i'd have the bucket on my head in an instant

if only to create a pocket

where all the words sound like my own