FABULOUS
if you
are so fabulous
as wonderful
as you say
where
is the wonder?
where are
the fables?
where is the story
that is going to
change my landscape
shift my reality
grip me
grab me
for the rest
of my life?
I catch you sleeping
that very sight
transformative
beneath small, square-
shaped purple blanket
looking
Roman imperial, totally
submerged
and here I am outside
looking in
who knows what
impassable fence my
face pressed up against
who knows
what ultimate, legendary barrier
and on
that shrouded face
what dreams come
strong enough
to leave
some imprint, make
ground-breaking impression?
and so it is
between us
so much spoken
yet everything hidden
deep
beneath the choppy surface
of that text
true leviathans
denizens of the fabulous
most certain to appear
poems 2 die for 