belated poetry thursday...

first,
an explanation.

i sat on the boardwalk
and listened to this woman sing...
i had to go and buy a pen and notepad
to doodle in
while she sang...

this is part of the result.

struck incomprehensibly
by your words
manically searching for
journal and pen
wanting somehow
to relate,
longing somehow
to feel release
again.

and a second jotting...

drumming
against
the molecules
of you

the atoms
of which
you consist

your voice
coming
through muted
airways.