Midnight Blues, Eric Bachman and Singleton, 2007

Midnight~
the love child of day and night
the great yes~no~maybe,
imploring us:

"Don't look back"

Midnight~
Born in the arcane math
of 24 turned back to zero,
all clean slates filled
with pink love marks,
one more X traced on
skin by waiting hands
we know in the dark.

Midnight~
patron hour
of witches
tyrants
gypsies
and jokers
drawing the line in black~magic
marker,
stallion of seduction and strength
running time's marathon
the mother of all fevers
the endless
clandestine
taboo.

Midnight~
as the old fire light fades,
a brand new gift of 365
sunsets and rises~
the sacred mysteries
the soft~lipped silent passing
caress of our greatest
enemy
turned
lover.

Midnight~
fizzing and
running over
spilling enchantments
like the gifts of a wise Magi
from the mystic east,

Midnight~
"This is the one and only now,
the endless this moment,
ecstasy reborn between
yesterday and tomorrow"

As Midnight falls upon us,
making everything old
new,
everything beloved
to begin yet again...
glasses filled with
Midnight love on the rocks
a Second Chance Martini...
spilling over
in hopes that no acquaintance will
ever
be forgotten,
and all sins began in such sweet
earnest
likewise...

Pixie Hat, Eric Bachman and Singleton, 2007

Sweeping out the front door
unshowered,
yesterday dressed,
on a faerie's
daylight
twighunt...

Barefooted
and sunned.

I'm off to gather
trinkets,
rock,
stones,
powdered gold--
to weave a
pixie hat...

* * *

She sweeps
out the front door--

to gather
her magic,
and see what
the tide brings...

An angel
on her shoulder.

Her heart
on greensleeves.

A devil
smiles in the details.

Waiting to see
how her pixie hat turns out.

Waiting for the moment
when all will be said,
and yet there's still
a little bit left undone.

The Crisscrossed Circle, Eric Bachman, Singleton and Maithri, 2007

Peace
It reads the same
inside out and backwards
in the mirror
in the sunlight
in the aftermath of falling stars,
in my soul
where it always was,
and
always
will be.

The curve of love,
the beginning,
the middle,
the neverending
of a circle...

And the light
shines
on a day
that even God
said
was a good one...

May we all be blessed....

Tightwire, Eric Bachman and Singleton 2007

I tiptoe
on the highwire....
no net,
no stopping now,
and fall....

ten thousand stories,
endings,
punchlines not yet told
and land in the net,
a butterfly jolted,
captured,
kicking barefooted on the wild trapeeze....

And you're there,
on the wire,
halfway to my dungeon in the sky,
bloodless
and daring the ground...
"join us,
break us,
knock us the hell out of here"...

and we laugh
because our eyes never leave
the beautiful,broken,
colored, cracked
space
of our very own touch,
suspended in nowhere,
here,
half way to there....

I step
you step,
You reach
I reach,
I fall
You fall,
And the crowd wooshes and roars,
Catastrophe is what they paid for
with ooooohs and ahhhhhhs and
two nickel tickets.....

and we make it every time....

In This Way of Love

Eric Bachman and Singleton, 2007


Butterfly of gold,
San Marina's own

She's so very free...

Always has been,
Always will be.

Wings stretched--
resting in a fold

she'll never fly
alone...

and will always
float with me.

Does she remember the dream...
the discovery that she made?
mermaids and
butterflies
are one and all the
same....
one for the sky
one for the sea

one in a heart's
midnight blue dream

"In this way of love is the balance kept"

they say that
butterflies only
live for a day
or the moment
and I can't
believe this is true
and mermaids
live forever
in the shadows
and the deep--
I can't believe this is true
so I'm sure they take turns
trading underwater dunes
for summer wind

"in this way of love is the balance kept"