Vanishing Point

Shades of blue in the haze
adorned or should I say wounded
with pale light

the way distance folds in on itself

in between dreams

I suppose you could play the flipside
& find out what it really means
like reading the map of a city
that disappeared long ago
with streets you know by heart

taking you everywhere you’ve never been

or back to where you were all along…

She bought some Mexican silver before we left
& I got “The Poems” tattooed on my
left ventricle

& the moonlight was just a footnote
to everything I never said