Excuse Me? Are you talking to me?

Excuse me?

Or, Are you talking to me?

sidewalk crouches at my feet

like a dog that’s watched too much TV

he knows the secret of what’s best to eat

he’s begging me for something sweet

is there anything that i can do

to help him understand the truth

would he want to know it f he knew

or is mine just another ruse

another form the same demand

me feckless just because i can

just using what there is to hand

same product, just a different brand

nothing equal or the same unless it to itself compared

if there’s a winner in this game i’ll bet it’s not someone who’s scared

Kallisti, Or, To The Most Beautiful

Kallisti

Or, To The Most Beautiful

from a female Faust

What are you like inside

What are you like alone

What do you seek to hide

What would you rather known

If I could engineer me a coincidence

So that our paths some time coincided

Would you celebrate the happenstance

Would I regret that I confided

But me I’m such as needs must tell you

Come on strong then bottom line

We all seek those fit though few

That, kin or no, to us — are kind —

So itself this gift that would, imagine, fancy, juxtapose

Were better still if it also could — quotidian — suppose