Friday, May 18, 2012

biking uphill to watch you paint a fence

your tapes have shaped my shelves
and the anthology of what you wanted me to hear 
keeps on singing 

back to the beige 
to the sugar and kraut 
to the tall burners and blankets and back 
to the bed on the beige desert cloud 
a crowd of crumbling capitals 
and white outs gone black 
to see a deep tan TV 
and the peach like you 
orange glow'n olive green 
soft one time in a white footed shower
like smiling seals 
in thick candy quiet
loving you in the desert 
with the cold feet from moms 
and our friends
finding pancakes for dawn 
on their blood sugar vacations
from beige 
carpet statements