To see better in low light
it’s better to turn your eyes and look sideways
this is the truth of poetry
if I write you are beautiful
you’ve probably heard it before
if I write
you shine like the stars
you pull back cause you know cliche when it pokes you in the eye
but if I write your light enters mine as chaos plays peek-a-boo in the cosmos
you wrinkle your brow
and wonder what it meant to me
before knowing what it means to you
the transfer of the color of red wine onto a sheet of white paper
is both Brahma and Shiva
north and south east and west
I know why you are confused
still confused that you could still be confused
facing every direction at once
you see everything
so you see nothing
white light
at midnight
in the moonlight
out of sight
from the
cottonbombs 
this is a hoooreh! a blue jays get down and dirty ninth inning comeback rally win!
waking up the mummies from their serious torpor and beauty mirrors
with slow, walk by emotions.
Always happy to hit a walk-off. I swing for the fences as much as the opportunity presents itself. Unfortunately, sometimes I miss. Glad from your perspective this one had legs.
lust spelled backwards is tsul.
And other words are dyslexic-proof, like: bib, pip, Anna.
Alright, already, just when I thought you could not get any better, you post this truly masterful poem about poetic phrases speaking sideways to the heart, thus bringing a spark of light from the soul along with its message. (and PUH-LEEZ tell me what you think about my latest segment of the critterly journey posted on my blog–pleeeeeeez?pretty, pretty, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeez?)
Rose! let’s make a date tomorrow where I look forward to coming over to your side of the screen and seeing what’s been going on with your critterly journey. I am excited to see how far we’ve progressed!
truth