"comet catching dreams"

why can't i
why can't i ask you -winged sonnet that you are-
to sing another song
under the luminance of tonight
can we go and rise up
along the silver slivers of rain and
collect the little streaks of
falling bright yellow stars
the trembling tears of an unfolding night
and finally float on down
riding a glow
our warm glow
in the shine
of rested comets
gathered
after a rain

how can i
how can i
while i can't even
heave haikus
enunciate energy
slip out songs
let alone words
out of me

[sara, jamie, tan, ria, and i drove up to SF Youth Speaks to check out their Holiday Party. kathy, jimmy, amorette, dandiggity, long, carina and kat were there. awesome place with awesome poets rocking the hell out of their shit. i love events like this, it brings out the bursting inspiration in me. we then drove the torrent streets of SF, doing this and that in the rain. karaoke is a fun art form. why do all my late nights always somehow involve the chicken and waffles diner? tonight was real cool, too bad it was just full of goodbyes..]