The Powder And The Finger

  an admiration afar … who we were got us to who we now are leaving well enough alone … only in the darkness given me am on my own only my fate given back … seen no need to return emotional attack no time for grudges … not enough jurors from having too many judges no one knows better than the heart that’s always true no one knows you better than you an admiration placate … too many cooks spoil what they left on paper plates step eight fences … mending carefully arranged practiced self-defenses a lake smooth as glass … unbroken surface tempt those made to not last underneath a fresh-water world of feelings … with its own economy and oxygen ceiling … to not force a ripple by the echo of one stone I’ve thought it might be best to leave you alone doctor my eyes . . .

your next smile should be signed by a beach with a barn … name it Sunset after its own silent charm … almost four decades serving the spirit of law well … from your last smile it isn’t easy to tell your next smile should be easier than you think … if I could see it’s rubies would turn bright pink … there may be clouds but not the kind that turn into rain … for a smile is always bigger than the pain your next smile can strike at any boxing match … with a spark that lights what it might scratch … what burns by the fire it creates … your next smile knocks out who it celebrates with your name stapled to your summer dress … once again you’ve not a thing to confess … so you say nothing good comes to mind … your next smile will probably be kind catechism is given freely to those who want it most … triangles are incomplete without at least one ghost … when the ruler bites the hand that it feeds … your next smile is all your heart ever needs it was nice to see you smile, MCA .