#678 (Well Here They Are)

these words that feel good now
will be lost to stormy weather
and the boredom of needing love
needing the stars above to hug
me
hug the sky first
swoop down STARS ABOVE hug
these meaningless Ezra Pound words
until you squeeze
an expression out of them
maybe someone will stand there and
turn their lip under
eyebrow Spocked up
thinking
i wanted something stolen and here it is
after all
here it is glowing with isolated feet
stormy weather stirring it all up
into one dust devil tongue lick
well here they are
and they are everywhere already

said in the most perfect way by someone else.