singing bowls vs. wartime jets

this is a love poem I wrote. hell, it's the only love poem I've ever written. it was written for Jennifer, the only girl I've ever let in.

puerto rico.

sun sets in your eyes,

and I can see them shine-

but I'd need a rowboat

to get to you.

I'll follow
you around
and pick up the pictures
that you never took
when they fall to
the pavement and
are pocked and pitted

Do me a favor and
break the news easy

Give me time
to put some history
in our kisses

apocalypse means to unveil, uncover

I know your game, poet -- how
your words came to rest there, having fallen
from where they were to where
they must be,
like the day when I do laundry.