remember the she

remember when i
looked forward to
black screens
and midnight rendez vous
that silent girl
world on world
so simple
and complex
with her dirty feet
and gnashing teeth
so two thousand and
complete
but these days of
becking ham
sometimes eleven times
before
reset
with enough black
to cover an axis
or forge a friend
depending upon allegiance
and subtle glance
maketh a mirage
out of combine dust
smile to the
sad warmth
of going forth
kidding all the shapes
as they slosh
in tight fabrics
in overturned whispers
of shes
of whose
of his
hehe
knowing its
so not she
with brown rims
and poetic
disposition
anchoring for a world before
symbols pointed skyward
and the sighs
and quiet rumbles
created shadows
clanging the clink
of underneath
rhythm
of a life's hymn
singing the song
of wishing
again and again