And I know full well you won’t be there.

You won’t be in the street, in the hum that buzzes

from the arc lamps at night, nor in the gesture

of selecting from the menu, nor in the smile

that lightens people packed into the subway,

nor in the borrowed books, nor in the see-you-tomorrow.

You won’t be in my dreams,

in my words’ first destination,

nor will you be in a telephone number

or in the color of a pair of gloves or a blouse.

I’ll get angry, love, without it being on account of you,

and I’ll buy chocolates but not for you,

I’ll stop at the corner you’ll will never come to,

and I’ll say the words that are said

and I’ll eat the things that are eaten

and I’ll dream the dreams that are dreamed

and I know full well you won’t be there,

not here inside, in the prison where I still hold you,

nor there outside, in this river of streets and bridges.

You won’t be there at all, you won’t be even a memory,

and when I think of you I’ll be thinking a thought

that’s obscurely trying to recall you.

To a friend who left

October 8, 2015

We did not mean to part
On the road, at the fork,
We took our leave
Not farewell,
For either road we could see
And hail to each as we traveled
On the road to the sea
The fog came down
And through the dark
Our voices grew faint
Lanterns dimmed
Faint cry of gulls
And rush of waves
Were soon all we had
On the endless way…
– and at the bend in the road
When we met again
We knew not each other
Time and tides had washed us away

Loss

October 8, 2015

I do not want to lose your heart
i don’t want to leave it behind
on the chair
on the street
on the corner
by the lights
where its rolled and torn
by the grey cars relentless wheels
what would i do without it
how would i wake up each day
and banish the sunlight
by diving into its recess
i wipe my lips on it
on hot days
i need to dry my perspiration
in its cool draught
and in the nights
i let it dance
to the music of wine
till i am intoxicated
and call out “wine, wine wine”
drunk by its fumes
drunk in your arms
drunk
lying on streets
in the dust bowl
of relentless cars
whose mericiless drone
remind me
to protect your heart

Evening Songs

October 8, 2015

All our loves are so brief,
They emerge and fade,
Fire to ash to dark

The passing of the evening,
In its glory, we forget
The stealthy night,

In the twilight we lie alone,
And turn to hear the breathing
The fumble and murmur,

That lie as if on another shore
Across the sea, of moon streaked sheets
Shore lights fading

Pinpricks of star light, cold darts
Arousing pain, delicious pain
Of hearts entwined

Hands held and entwined feet
Brief, fading, disintegrating
Into the relentless passage of life

Fangs of Night

October 4, 2015

Amidst the mad violence of the evening,
When the angry sun blazes in agonized glory;
It’s arms streaking red torrents against the sky,
Thrashing, flailing and then fading to ash;
Softly amongst those smoldering embers
A phantom prowls with the eyes of stars
Shooting white darts that strike and freeze
And turns this world from wild gold
Into the painful and silent night.