Incognito

    listen to the glisten at the edges of the mouth with a tip of the hat spy the twist of the lips and the words on the tongue note the warmth in the wet slide the lines on the page turn the corners of the look on the side of the eye and a glance

The Pink House

Pink Bees stare as hungry jealous queen pulls my hair My pink house up to waist in water sliding on sand Old man sits on wooden chair and squeezes little, pink hand Pink sea house under disappearing steps curving like questions or smoke Girl house leans in pink water under thick grey, melodic sky empty