ore bit...

photo from Italy^? circa 1920, no attributable author found

ore bit

I promised her 

open-window will take

south and east away 

as I dug fingers 

into loam, tracing 

my intentions 

as geometry

there were parts 

of me inside nowhere 

parts I wanted to play 

pieces fallen once 

forgotten then remembered 

words, sometimes 

when the poem get inside

turning a short attention 

spanned life 

into base instantaneous 

gratification ones and zeros 

alone or in a group

we're bitten or bits it spit at up or out

it being something we sit on

and if it means role playing, 

well we'll improvise 

surmise the guises 

that can surprise us still 

and we will fill our pockets, 

it’s the bourbon, bread and cheese  

stealing the sugar-packets off the table

saying to the barkeep, straight no chaser please

we'll nose 

and ease 

our way in 

and out 

of the fantasy ride 

the delve and dive

the exhale language 

wearing what exits hide

eyes fight scent 

for control 

of safe 

we push

into danger 

and zone out 

we are antsy 

and aware 

skin-crawling-ly so

of everything 

we take nothing 

more than a breath 

and we watch where 

Morpheus gets in 

the mobile 

of planets and stars 

spinning slowly above

the baby's crib

EJR ©