Eve Rounds

battle of the bands

he didn’t expect anyone to listen
his brass notes
swallowing up the water
in unison with
the mist
gulping down the rest of us

he didn’t expect me to sit down next to him
an unobtrusive stranger sharing his modest stage
opting for soul
rather than
hippy techno
down the breakers

“you are such a nice surprise destination sir”
“ohreally…oh…ohwellthank…you”

such a short time for this time
to revel and to sob
the final blocks so unbearable
i give myself
permission
to sink into the contrast
my pace ever quickening
my soul so far behind it may have
opted for the second hand smoke
destination

i don’t even know

how long it’s been. haven’t been counting days haven’t counted backwards on the calendar. haven’t bothered to reread my own words. haven’t been missing you

the five senses

your blue eyes and crooked lippy smile which i inherited that tiny soft bristle brush for your basically bald head the white corvette a campfire cards

love

what did falling in love feel like to you actual falling a new winter sweater a blood flutter did you question its science or were you

noise

sometimes the wind the waves muffle and drown my memories sometimes the wind the waves magnify and amplify the sound of your voice and clearing

the theatre

this is  a silent film flickering  catching  starting over emptiness surrounding such a blinding contrast ahead of us shared stories  captured images disconnected nonsensical we

Twins

It isn’t easy being a twin.   Others considered us as one two-part person,  while our parents saw,  in our conspiring, four or more.