invite

come on in
the floor’s so clean
i finally swept up
all that’s obscene

seeing clearly
for the first time
in a while

i’ve no fire to start
you’ve no bone to pick
just a pile of papers
we can cut and stick
beside the old typewriter
we’ll clickety click click

we shouldn’t ask for more
leave the clichés at the door
and sing others’ songs

(returning to (this place)
liminal space)

just one more
just one more
always time for an encore

come on in
i don’t care where you’ve been
if you got swept up
in something obscene

holding dear

it’s been a while
you smile