Here in this room

Wandering nights
and walls for balance beams.
Spinning tops
and flash light dreams.

Wasted moves for improvidence.
The impasse awaits.
A questioned materiality
is often forgiven by falling leaves.

Reds and yellows.
Orange and green
Grass blanketed by the
prettiest month you ever did see.

Vows of desires
hindered by a self-indulgent
exploit. All that you ever wanted.
Undeveloped days spent under the sheets.