key lime pie/3.14

i'm good at what i believe i'm good at

confidence is key

lime pie,

a kite 

'down at the dinghy' 

and the bats in the belfry 

take flight

as quasimodo 

climbs the stairs

in pairs

making me envy couples 

ice skating in the dark

at central park 

and suddenly i am holden caulfield 

wondering where the ducks go;

do they freeze!

put yr hands up

love 

and come

with me 

i'll carry you with me

my favourite colour is you

your words are a story

i read you when i feel blue

is the sky

as i 

embody and become wholeheartedly

the catcher in this rye

till the day i die

till the day you dye

it purple 

like bukowski's victrola record player

then slow down the sound with me

as we walk the puget out front of the capital building

in olympia and forget, like gods

i'll be a politically correct zeus

to your athena
as poseidon 

and hades clash
like titans 

we can stay in bed over the weekend 

watching 'remember the titans'

just to be ironic