Going Right At Left

Wishes are like beautiful fishing lines

Pulled tightly around us. My lungs are

Full of them I suppose, hopelessly caught

On something rough and deep in all the darkened places. Your smile for

Me was one of those, if you must know. This swung high bell then,

 

That's the true story of a lonely ringing man's dream

Trapped in a broken down cloud; you see

It could have been a hole in

The sky, there all along. Stars

Like rising fish feed on whatever  

 

Unfortunate thing happens to 
Fall helplessly to the surface. 

Every illuminated

Hunger is life's timeless dancer waiting for you to partner with;

That band eating itself around your finger now,

Our lives' empty candy wrappers.

 

You won't look back now before a dark force as big as a spaceship cloud
Settles onto your sunset like a stranger with a puppet.

We'll not walk fingerprint to

Fingerprint ever again. You haven't the  
Time for such foolishness now.

Bonus poem:

There's always a for instance

 

to be observed somewhere in mother 

nature. This time we have with us these

 

perfectly healthy green stalks

with their gathered white and pink

flowers up top for gym shoes as we

 

coast by on our bikes what could be the quick wink

of the sun spreading its own

fine new spring legs in a little

 

summer to come dance on the star-remembered

ceiling of outer

space from another's fisheye perspective, a timeless 

 

point of view, one where we chance

to visit those vast heavens ourselves

in our pilgrim's coats and cast

 

our so called cherished dreams into the

long line of light from our own

ground floor apartment building windows

 

to the world at large. It meets the life

within us with a force of

its own making like an edge sent

 

to a corner. That's when the

real gravity miracle

kicks in the front door with a size

 

twelve magnetized boot or two. You can't just choose to

be anybody else even

when you're pretending to

 

have many sides to your nightly performance. You still have

To feel what's inside of you,wait

for it, let it grow or let it die.