tidal motion/love potion

My motivation waxes and wanes with the moon
which makes sense because so do the tides
and I'm water too.

Making copies and sending faxes

residing upstairs 

steals my fire
I'm pleased that my fantasy is imperceptible
when the room is blackish
minus the glimmer on one nightstand.
And its easier to catalogue his blemishes
in the morning.
Dropping hints like bombs
my love detonates
its reliably unreliable,
so I expect the unexpected.
Riding the wave of duality
I'm so desperate to smell the salt at Watch Hill
dig a hole to China
and stonewall jackson.
Eight cups of infinity behind me
as I retire from the game
in flux
with a smile, without a plan.

Special delivery

I'm patiently waiting for it to all make sense.
Like the author of some memoir turned self help book
that hasn't figured out some secret to happily ever after yet.
I catch glimpses of it in the rearview mirror
Its closer than it appears.
The Ah ha! that will sell me a million copies
I taste it on the tip of my tongue
it inflates my heart in dreams
a galactic ocean of emptiness
that abandons me when I open my eyes.
Memories rainbow sprinkled on my day
and my ice cream cone.
evolution air mail
Can I get a tracking number please?
I want to know
when you will arrive at my door.