We have not spoke since July
je parle broken francais
voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?
an American fantasy
Days of grace pass by aging
I am now a year older
many moons have moved
these days are spent in sounds
Rustling leaves and singing birds
a red cat licks himself while lizards scour fences
I seemed to have mushed an ant
by light force alone
The world is at a standstill
quiet—uncertainty
The moving faces
sulk shadowed back to their places
Where do we sit in the silence
in the somber and the stillness
A creation of our own sound
perception of sung notes
The stoned lovers of Amsterdam
no longer can meet in the streets
share a j with a stranger
silence comes up and it creeps
One day we will flood the world
in flowered love and song
Maybe we will meet again
if only the universe let’s in
P.S. sorry for leaving you in a McDonald’s bathroom
Kail Anderson 