lets make clown eyes
at each other
beneath tent-beds
made of steam.
i'll send smoke signals
to you about
all the lost forest creatures
i named after you
in a dream.
we'll listen to pear bailey,
make wind of the music
& the heart that you are
while raking up stars
in jars
& speaking like old films
at the drive-in.
make no destiny
that you become.
instead let it become you.
i never want to be a side-note
when i can be the star.
i want loose skies,
clever looks
& all the humor that i can get.
make me laugh
& i'll write you a poem
you can live by,
odd, in the early hours
of another life. |
Submission Name: speaking like old films
