Why Not?

a kind of promise

the talk of a

terpsichorean chance

some kind of

balance and talent

we wondered on this

atopos

apropos of deep reds and dark looks

and we walked around “of course”

everything seemed drunk

when it was

“into the phallic woods you go, girl”

from your funny words towards

“the love of my life” etc.

to whatever we stumbled through

now

here all this dedication pouring out

upon my disk drive I swear to thee

the sort of

of comparing me to this or that

cute bird with “pin-prick wings” or

a “super beak”

flying/singing in a cartoon or computer moonscape

will win you either

the left or right ventricle of my heart