like a fly
trapped
between two window panes
sometimes a heartbeat

just

ticks.

arbitrary
postulating meaning
fumble, sigh.
the mechanics of
release
with arcade clatter,
hydraulic emoting

on some
big screen

glare

I hold forth a candle
a soft-focus lie of
aspiration

I want to love
my own ad campaign
and its promise of

a beat that
gulps with
throaty muscle
tender respect
and the gasping
vulgarity
of dare-I-say…

heresy

© Tom Watters  4/2/07