lately i can’t make contact

making faces out of silly putty

pinching noses from flat planes

i want to tell you but it slides

invisible shroud of hard air

your spirit’s got no footholds

mud and careful measurement

take everything from you

my eyes, i’m so ashamed

where did you go this time

doing difficult parabola math

is it really possible for two

blind blimp pilots to fall

in love without dereliction

of their dirigible duties? i am sad

and i want you bumping

into me in the dark, because

there’s nothing more honest

than an honest mistake