somewhere over denver

by the root –
what can we do now?
so that lying is out –
may i be here forever?

and why did you smile when i repeated your name?
do you know what it is to wriggle, pain, ecstasy,
the silence after a plea, breaking –

if only to have something, my own moon
to mercilessly hound on electric nights,
thinking, i am weak!  i am living!
drop me off here, my time is passing –

tomorrow i will remain at the foot of  my bed, praying –

i see you on the map.
nothing wrings me more than the word’s
yellow print.  my gut turns and we move on.