LAST LIGHT RADIO

 
 
Dawn in my coffee cup floweth over
in the wee hours
of my mysterious exchange.
the way i post up after midnight
with a busy midday mind,
and an apple cart-
of frenzied chrysanthemums.
i chum the waters
for last waves-
in a brush fire of
every wave
 
And
Like That-
I am somewhat
sane.
 
with all
the filigree of
a ghost
 
with rain bones
 
and too many
beautiful
names
for 
 
" I don't Know "