sold her soul for love
or something almost as good . . .
a chance to leave town
always
clouds showed their rain sides
and twice it tried to thunder . . .
there’s always thunder
looks good
a close inspection
everything is in order . . .
this robot looks good!
apart into
my disparate thoughts
fall apart into wholeness . . .
to want and to not
i look
i look to the stars
but no future is revealed . . .
so beautiful though
when i hear
when i hear my phone
i no longer hope it’s you . . .
now i dread your calls
uncertain
its hands keep moving
but the time is uncertain . . .
that dead Latin clock
