the patio section seems best to psychoanalyse our differences
& come to terms with what besets
these most strange of circumstance
notice the switch?
toes upon the parapet
a glance into the periphry
what made you assume that i could use a sampling of thee?
there comes a time when all assigned roles
become trite, contrived, and trivial
and i bring back into my sense of solace
your charicatures of me
something to remember you by,
yet still i must refuse the rank of battery.
the last trick still has not been noticed yet

she told me that the sunset of a summer sky
looks like what i can sometimes try
to paint when all good boys should be in bed
(can you blame me for not sleeping yet?)