slowly homeward bound

through the rows we pick our way

moon shines overhead

air chlorophylls my senses

warmth from your hand to my heart

one day
a man will come along
to love the girl
with honey on her tongue

Snakes on the Brain

A basilisk exists within the pipes
   who slithers lithely, languid 'til the lack
   of caffeinated substance beckons near
   a silken voice subliminally clear;

Traversing caverns cochleal he speaks,
   a whisper first then crouching to a roar,
   demanding tribute: sacrifice the weak,
   those cells whose sympathy will turn to boor.

As somniatic urges well and crest,
   the serpent's cranial rage is frothed and fed,
   withdrawal from our lifeblood leads to rest;
   the fight begins again 'twixt brain and bed.
At last, one sip, to calm this mood austere;
   An echoed "kill" recoils from my ear.

Flocks of undergrads
Oblivious to traffic
Fill every crosswalk

to walk through a sea-like crowd
parting the currents;
I am awash with thick tides
of dank human musk