Slowly Gets Closer

the garden down below carries riches
small black birds beneath the basin
fall white snow leaves

shimmer of silver metal
together together

i can't help but modify
breaking even
that's where the tide comes in

closer and closer to my towel
the sun shimmers on the water

and surfers dance and fall
over the glistening mother

holding her mound
like a baseball player

and the small lonesome
fearful of crashing waves

slowly gets closer to fear
until it becomes fun

how come you wait so long
to speak

because I love to feel you kicking first

then I know you want me
to be free

Eating Past Time

oh past I eat you up

like frozen guava

stilled water

a night of nurture

and spooky fixations

on oh past

at my throat

you lurk with

gripping hands

and softer sensations

alarming me

to a present haste

a present tense

a finer taste

Oh past