Smells
There are certain smells
that hang around
no one but girls
I’ve found.
There must also be
a smell for boys,
maybe the scent of their pee
or maybe their toys.
But I cannot tell
no matter how I try
what a boy’s smell is.
Guess I’m a boy is why.
Whether
If you take ten things you know
and mix them well together
and dump them to a salad bowl
will it help you find the weather?
Ok, you bring a million things
into your search of weather
or split them to a million bowls
is your salad any better?
And have you found a single cloud
from your verbalizing loud?
Have you seen or touched a sound?
Have you made a raindrop round?
Dreams
If dreams were my fingers
and prayers dances come true,
on falling meadows I would linger
sleeping with you.
And life were a true thing,
which it is (but not soon)
I would give up my manhood
to relearn it from you.
If wind be my voice
with a tongue green as leaves,
I’d speak you no noise
harsher than breeze.
And thoughts were an oak tree,
not intellectual — but were dark –
words curl like black branches,
kisses thicken like bark.
