entering inside the entryway

Clinging/sculpt

once you rise
there’s no more playin’
balls to the floor
legs emoting ahead of the brain train
the sun has already yanked itself up
beat as you are, you must do the same
but with a lot less heat
now
there was heat
not in this room
not this morning
but last night
against the vestibule wall
you know, the entryway
where there was most definite entering
and heat, lots of spectacular heat
didn’t make it to the bedroom
did you
did we
the moon for all its cool talk
was mighty steamy last night
damn that sun
forcing away the silver sultry circle
like you did to them
after the small vestibule got smaller
there wasn’t the space you needed
to sleep
the big bed to yourself
the sheets cold
the way you like them
that’s why they had to go
after one last Godly-deep kiss
so you could close your eyes
then the curtains
and not witness the night’s disappearance
because every time the moon falls down
the dreaming stops
you’re so much better at dreaming life
rather than living it
but the sun doesn’t give a shit about your dreams
and at this moment
its bringing that other kind of heat
the bad sweat
when you play dress up for the day and desire nothing
but to remain wrapped in your cool sheets like cotton skin
on the big bed
dreaming
reliving every delirious moment
when the cool moon was hot
in that small front room
where they gained entrance
into your armor
and possibly your heart

this is my all time favorite Glenn Miller tune if you’d like to take a listen – I adore it:)

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Blogger G

would I know you, Blogger G
would you know me
if we passed each other on the street
on a mountain path
in a crowded mall
in a dark crevice
would I feel your words
would you sense my visual energy
is there a virtual language we might speak

do we know each other well enough
to know each other at all
all this time
intimately connecting at the push of a button
I wonder, Blogger G
would we hug
would it be a handshake
perhaps something more

how well do we know one another
when these machines allow us to be
whoever we want
there are times
Blogger G

I will admit
I write while pretending I’m someone else
my art
might represent me
other times, I don’t know what it means
how about you
Blogger G
do you create as yourself
or do you channel some netherworld persona

I think, my friend
unless we are wearing
our digital masks
we won’t even know when
we’ve stepped on each others’ toes
so I wonder
Blogger G
after all this time
if we ever really knew each other at all…

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