She stood with me on/
the precipice of greatness. /
Then, she pushed me off.

So you’re not ready./
Is anyone ever real,/
and really ready?

When I try to get/
in touch and connect, it is/
too much, and I wreck.

Though I didn’t know how,/
I thought by now/
we’d be holding hands,/
more than friends./
But U r off in a never-never land/
and I’m still sleeping alone again.

I put a fading moon behind me
driving thru beautiful Oklahoma countryside
in darkness
until a gentle Tulsa sunrise.

I almost killed a rabbit,
but just missed.

The laughter and soft/
talk behind closed doors could have/
been me but wasn’t.

Am I Ok? I’m/
in OK, alone, with just/
a phone. Bored, ok?

I send heart-felt words/
late at night. Is that absurd,/
or will lightening strike?

I awake thru/
sleep with the right muse./
You are she,/
the gypsy/
I awaken with and to.

I’ll see the gypsy/
woman lounging there and I’ll /
care for naught but sleep.