BUILDINGS FROM HIGHWAYS

counting every window of the high rise ornate sky lancer at 75 miles an hour as a gifted savant hellbent of knowing who is behind every glass

when the ex lover’s breast is more like the sun than the one above your head and the moon is more like you looking at yourself

cliff jumper into the over the next to last new adrenaline top this or that until your mortal coil is what chokes the engine so that it cuts down jungles efficiently

all the crayolas melted into the clock gears so that before they congeal you at least get a glimpse of how your memory is a child finger-painting

you were a child finger-painting things that became autumns for others and they were finger-painting winters for you so that you had to stay inside and out of the cold in order to finger-paint or else there would never be futures for any of us again but that is the history the swirls celebrated

did you know that I could only walk on water when I tried to carry your heavy ass?

from every window of the high rises, thousands looked down upon me in a little car with my friend driving me home and they wondered about the glass in my eyes

all the world’s a cage…we are just re-enactors

in order to get to heaven or hell, we all had to walk up to a grand piano and play the chord, with the choice of left or right hand, only one hand, and play the chord which matched our best frequency—if out of key, well, you didn’t even get heaven or hell. imagine the alternative…

in the faculty breakroom she stirs her coffee and seethes about the Venetian blinds and leaves her coffee stir on the brown paper towel on the tile counter so that some evidence of her has passed through this room

I’ve only known true love once. I ‘ve known the lying loves many times. the lye love (it melts you as well). the lie love (it puts you down). the liar love (you lie in its lair). there are four chambers of the heart: spring, summer, fall, Her.

did you know that, when you walked on water, I was just your wings, so you felt no drowning?