Nothing Between

Give me, give me, give me

the fast-talking
lip-smacking
sweet treat drip
the chain smoking
and hand waving
the fertile
brain and quick fingers
loquacious and ready to dance

on lambent candy clouds

with you, with you, with all of you . . .

~

. . . You know, I've been on
the floor and it's a lonely place to be.
All the dust and the grime,
the world heavy and stinking

with the forgotten still draft
on the bottom of everyone's shoes.

There is almost nothing

between the dirt and sky.
Worse than being stepped on,
I've always gotta look up
at people staring back down at me.