Too Much, Too Soon #33
June 20, 2001

Feeling sneaky
It's too early to remember
facial expressions
but I do...

it's too early

Too soon to tell
as we sit unexpectant as rain
and Indian-style on my bed
The storm, entering as light
and leaving through
my left ventricle
followed by 15 minutes of
unrest.

And it's too soon to close my eyes
And recall your patient voice
spoken with clarity and space
in which to place myself
into your ideas
but I do..

and now, suddenly too late
for brighter eyes, the night
settles in like tourniquet
for the dead, and all that
one can do is close their eyes
and fall from grace.