thymoumai-time

Where art thou Art
You beautiful expanse
of beautiful spirit
in beautiful flesh
Where art thou Art
I see your name
written by the minute hand
of the silent clock on Bay Street
while the muffled mouths
of stray potcakes salivate
into a roaring sea
that tears
a question into the asphalt…

eerwh rta hout atr?

Nobel

your voice found

me on my deserted paradise

and in the hush between the words

I wanted to brush your eyebrows

I wanted to touch your quota

I wanted to hear rivers flow

I wanted you and I to come

together to make doom

and laughter

and warm whispers

and sweet talk

and

forever

joy