Fortune’s Fountain

Big black memories
hang as a dangerous pulse,
he stares at clock hands,
no longer reality. Limbo between

impulses and awareness
no flick or jab intentional
(is that what we’re fighting against?)
Can’t I be under an old spirit –

coated tree, heavy breathing
in the wind? Foolish love
like ours, can’t break away,
drink loudly like it’s Fortune’s

fountain dipped by bronze fingers–
sudden smoke. Hearts just as afraid
of mixtures–Don’t you want
such wrong stringing?

Sleep walkers, not us, we
walk out with the moon jealous,
such a shimmer lost in our giving
each breath a star to keep.


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