Brighton!

We sit at the cable spool table,
rubber ashtray-
Eyed, side by side,
Spiders, sharing
The usual hypocrisies,
Notebooks opened, on fire,
Facing the musicians

Side by side, yes,
But I can't even hear the song
Over the ticking of her biological clock.
And what does,
'Let's try accentuating boardwalk
Vendors for once' mean?

Also, though she's dressed well --
Orange pants,
Spotted sp-sports bra --
She missed the secret
Windchimes message:
It was, Cancel everything!

So. Have that infant's dream,
Shinny the blue thread
I've strung across the Atlantic,
For you,
On the winch we got
Inside a fortune balloon
From your eyelash
To my lightning-coloured limousine
Parked alongside the sea,
Stormy Brighton, in the
Evening, in August,
Over waves
Higher than helicopters
Or mad bugs
Drumming my boutonniere.

I'm on my elbows dear
Bent like a lunchpail of whispers,
Closer to praying
Than down on my knees.

They say
They say they'll get on their knees
If we get on our elbows.

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Silver Moonbeam

I've fallen in love
With a silver moonbeam again
I said I wouldn't

But then I get hopeless
Peering down at the sidewalk
In front of your building

A silver moonbeam
Makes a circle big enough
For two to dance inside

So the madwoman of Broadway
And I can dance. She may be mad
But she knows it's Saturday night.

     I am a software exec. and I do secret internet foo. I live near Boston, Massachusetts and spend a lot of time in San Francisco.
     I began writing poetry a few years ago in a brave but ultimately feckless attempt to stave off a canonical entrapment breakdown.
     I sometimes write with a pseudonym: Yorick_Nixon. I also write music and play musical instruments. I was a member of Boston noise band Inner Beauty and San Francisco improv combo Senator Buchanon. With the members of Inner Beauty I co-authored a pre-web internet published dystopic novel entitled "Skunk Angst".
     Any spare time I have I read Shakespeare or listen to Bach. Bach seems to be the one thing all nerds agree on. I've lost touch with my culture. Though my friend Janet has turned me onto Cat Power. My only firmly held cultural belief is that Chan Marshall of Cat Power is kind of a babe.