Turnstile

He croons a torch song
as he stumbles down
the subway steps

she, oblivious,
somersaults,
bounding down the handrails

I observe without
intervening, longing for
something without name

and you…
where were you
inside this dream?

perhaps a turnstile
or a poster peeling
off the wall

something I cannot place;
I long to come between
without observing

unsmiling, she
retreads his steps
internalizing a wordless dirge

he pens a ballade
for her; he sighs and
jumps at balloon string

I V.

Make a wish to be a star
steal a star to be a wish
fake a smile to be a person
take a smile to be the truth

make a deal to better yourself
lose yourself to advance in life
rule a routine just to get by
fool everybody just to get by

when what you really need
is just to get right
when what you really need
is just to get right

we get by & we never
get it right
we get by but we
don’t get things right

we disappoint with
every exhale
we miss the point
with every inhale

we lose ourselves
in every worthwhile
we waste our time
all the while

shake off meetings with a ghost
fake the meaning behind a toast
break bread with common enemies
make a deal with a thief

what I really need v.
what I know I want
what I really want
v. what I need to know