You ran and I was watching you run
in circles around me
Like a runner in ecstasy of winning
an illusive trophy.
Warm it was, that night.
I said plenty I realize
it must have been too much
but not enough
clearly not enough.
This torture
of inexperience is not enough
We are left with none
to begin with.
somebody’s playing a song
of long distance love
my hum in the background
between phone calls
and dinners
we can call it a long distance love
if by every step you walk on,
we can count the times we walked together
if it was yesterday
maybe we can do it again
If by reason
I need to follow
I would rather be mad.
To follow is to lose
the shine of darkness and
my world in its empty delight.
Velvety moss,
dipped in hollow verses
when I lay I look and imagine
to fly to cry.
To fly, I went
and held in my hands
the yellows, the blues, and the reds
until each dies into black abyss.
And looking down
eternal deaths in a maze
half in the glinting sun
the rest in the sight of lune.
Chasing the night sky
up and up it goes
down and down it went.
That which is hidden is no longer as desirable
for the cloud that envelopes its existence
is grey and musty.
It lingers like blood in my veins
but easily forgotten
albeit inexorable to exist.
The lights caliginous
marred by uncertainty
and the dark a forced contentment.
A parting without recourse.
It is not always but a few
happenstance granted and stolen
frenzied impudence to all
that is right
Oblique chatter
heedless of time running
beyond dusk I fathom
into the night
And two days I belie
against tempestuous flight.
I am uneasy,
uneasy, uneasy.
Overwrought, synonymous.
My handsa re clammy.
My head is spinning
like a ballet dancer
in an unending act
still spinning and spinning
my spindly feet en pointe.
The note in octaves hammering
trembling lights, thundering lows.
Repeat, on loop, staggering
still spinning.
Maybe I loved you
when the stars were different from tonight
they still shine
but not the same light
now faded and wandering
from yesterday’s dreaming.
You were there but never captured
in pictures long forgotten
around the round surrounding me.
I should have known you then
when I knew you when
like I know you now
under different skies, calmer seas.
Birds have flown,
the moon a thousand nights risen.
I gazed openly at your face
a maze, a treasure found in rains long dried
without a map to never tell.
Strangle the Strange 