revisiting houdini

the plate moved across the counter without any human effort.
I knew it!
I knew there was magic in the world!

16 years later

words by steve, broken bats

just a hunch

colorsetbrushes

chocar is a favorite spanish word of mine or hers;
means crashing into each other like
the way a kid handles tanks or matchbox cars
in both hands
vrooooooming them a collision;
his palms so sweaty
like they were 7 years later
at the sadie hawkins dance.

Words by steve; broken bats

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graveyard ping pong

first bird up at 4
last drunk down at 4
orbits and batons

mp3

ears full of music
seven virgin heavens
moon day to sun day

*and on the 8th day?
broken bats baseball has
“sympathy for the designated hitter“

it can happen

the church bell tower
never had any windows
just longing for a color not yet known.
buckets of blue sky wind and ghost,
a post card writing mind.

* broken bats sound plays
the sound of near

the other side

aquarium desires
bubble up
behind these window eyes.
nature is such a tease.

some old truce

3am tiptoe pillows
wave after wave of almost unbearable pulsating silence
mindrock blood leaks
dream thiefs

the moon light or probably the street lamp slips in
morphing an abandoned mountain of socks shirts shoes
into shapes maybe not “phew just a bad dream”

trice! goes the conveyor belt
miss grey hops her 4 paw vertical leap
“reeeeehrrrrrrrrr” onto scratch scratch ledge
7am hieroglyphics into plywood.