'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
~Dylan '75
once again last
nite
the guilt turned to fright
I put on my
sneakers in the dark
outside was wild with rain and spark
I jogged through
this goddamn city
as if being chased again and then it hit me
like a bleeding
wound opening once more
I ran like a madman til' my feet were sore
you see she
was Oregon born and bred
and never shall I forget what it was she said
on that fateful
day when she disappeared
and left me with all that I had feared
in this indefinable
childlike masquerade
I scurried through the streets like a parade
a march with
no meaning
a march with no horns beaming
internal swelling,
bouncing through an untouched soul
chaotically dancing through charcoaled sins I paid the toll
I heard my forefathers
say "Sit down young man"
but I just ran
I ran, I ran, I ran
like a man with a plan
those words
lingering off each breath
curling and twisting into death
oh! the friction
of diction
when words don't mean what they seem
for I whittled you out of this perpetual dream
and now it does seem
reality has shed a beam
full of light
and a bit of shadowing fright
my heart gave in and a figure came into sight
it was you
masked in indigo blue
you gave me the clue
and vanished
into thin air
but what you want from me I cannot bare
so I took off my sneakers and shed a tear
this internal
dialogue must vanish today
for when the sun rises I'm on my way
and nothing
of baggage will I leave behind
apart from the souls I have erased from my mind
so goodbye
and with a sigh
I returned to living the lie
the next day…
as I waited to welter once again in the midday's oblivion
she came to me as if a daydream
had bowed to phantasm
indifferent to the lost autumn-tinted sun
we strolled amongst the cold-dimmed whips
learning most of the way
how pavement can feel
on a pair of aching souls
when our feet grew weary
we kept on
holding one another
in our minds
when my fingers began to ice over
I put them in my shirt
vaguely fretful
for no water was near
apart perhaps from for the salt of the sea
leaking from her abandoned eyes
you know those ones
that gleam in darkness
and warm you over in peculiarity
the gaze that catches you from across the room
and makes you see allure in all its splendor
a few miles into the voyage
the sky opened with its icy hose
and snow whitened all and sundry
everything was colorless except for the red of her nose
and when I brushed some snow from her hair
she fell
into my arms
too cold to feel
I imagined the tenderness on the other end
the united sanctity of warmth
or perhaps simply of touch
my ears rang in the silence of this chasm
the penumbral
haze
doggedly headstrong
awaited
that boisterous
oppressive
swelteringly earth-consuming
heat
again I pondered what had happened to the autumn-tinted sun?
now in that pine-clad indigence
of that seemingly star-silent night
the eyes they squinted
then they burned in this love
like the music of Arabia snaking around the neck
the buildup
the drop
oh! the necessity of this strangeness ached
in my wave walled belly
now closed my eyes still sting
but they can see
the shimmering beauty of her
in my dreams she comes to me
with those eyes which own me in that nighttime stare
those eyes which
seem to descend from the sky
every time the Earth Mother cries in frosty chill
