to is

an unstable soul, can be found to greet
sitting stranded, straddling side city streets
mind torn in two, attempting to treat
mending mentalities: quite the feat.

on sewage-stained floor beneath the grind
his eyes on you with one thing in mind
you undressed, budding window behind
without a doubt: he wanted what’s mine.

‘twas there i found my mainstay:
wanton wanting whittling away.

alfalfa

your orthodox cheer chants
were more than enough to crush
my heretical tap-dance
dot dash dot dot dash
indubitably

romani child

with pavement my feet beneath
the story of my life i bequeath
though the earth split asunder
i the skin of gaia wander
an entirely eternal season
for this young gypsy son
few souls hold my glance
deep eyes find me entranced
ne’er for long i linger
nor do i long to bring her
for each our ways must go
with few fond memories in tow
transient hearts crossing the plain
may we meet elsewhere once again.