The Kava Kava Kave
awake
a pillowy atmosphere, round and billowy and swept of dust
cool glasses of water with limes and cucumbers, randomly placed in a pattern
the low music tickled with treble, sometimes the bass warps the blinds
is that a bean bag? no, it's a nice comment
and what is this? it's a simple film or a delicate idea
oh, yes
did I mention that I want to be your friend?
no, you implied it
that's right
the kava cave
oh, be aware or be cautious
that you don't forget the world outside
the kava cave
because then you won't have a contrast
and this moment won't matter
but because it does,
your whisper is like a gentle fog on a bay
from somewhere with palms and tart fruits
and let that be a reminder
never to leave the flowers dry in the sun
because the things we neglect
we carry