small silver poem-fish

some old poetry, cause, hey, what else am i going to do with it? (yay bloggie spacing!!!!!!)

    eyes stray avoiding crush contact
         teeth constant grinning
                                   stars
         and when you say my name
         i jolt
               out of

               into
                    Damogen
                                  (or is it Io?)
         Jupiter moons alighting
                    hydrogen tunes
                                 i could fade in that smile
         i’ll catch a ride with you
         one day
                   and i’ll—
                              i’ll—
                                  i’ll
         say nothing
         do nothing
                       wading daisies in my
                                            sundress sonata
         what will you do?