Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Dangerous Road

I don't like that feeling about to
fall over befuddled but I like it
better than panic failing strength
too far from home on a dangerous
road even if someone is with me

I barely glimpse it don't let it get
the upper hand still it scares one
faceless black-robed scythe ready
that's how death will feel prepare

Monday, April 21, 2014

Hasty Cuts

Proust writes Fin insists on dying
although not really finished hasty
cuts deprive readers of good parts
he surely would have put back in

what a weird sad story and yet he
kept going out balls boys the Ritz
agreed with Gide he'd left out the
sweeter side of being homosexual

writer suffering for art we owe to
him asthmatic self-eccentric rich
overdoing drugs relentless giving
too much conjuring his great book

Sunday, April 20, 2014

I Belong

the house is dark
it's where I belong
my love is in it
watching television
our stuff all over I
walk right in close
the curtains and
turn on the lights

Saturday, April 19, 2014

All I Have

trying to express what really is
to rise to your deserts be specific
instead the details slip away my
thought ephemeral as a dream

if I could say what I mean I would
instead apparently holding back
fragments all I have to offer not
finding the time to say it better

is all we can do nod sagely seem
to share the other's understanding
nothing in words except artifacts
confirming what we already know

Friday, April 18, 2014

Still There

it isn't as late as I thought
time passes but it's always
like this Paris still there if
you wanted you could go

of course it's not the same
after the war another war
another civilization ruins
love lost art in fragments

final days if you think so
meanwhile this is what is
existing despite its errors
with or without my words

Thursday, April 17, 2014

My Story

nothing stops even if I do
and I can't even if (when)
I want to although I can
make subtle adjustments
change habits or merely
take a refreshing break

things happen anyway
and I play a leading role
this is my story after all
as long as my character
isn't sidelined killed off
misses his entrance cue

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Half Past

one or half past anything the same
single bong means time to get up
or nothing doing whatever you can

asking the dream for meaning may
delay gratification until tomorrow
if then you could change your mind

such signals permeate our house
like drying laundry Prokofiev and
Brahms so it must be Wednesday

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Fresh Water

who could have known what you would have thought
when you were alone in the middle of the night
which you were in spite of not being

ring for the servants get them out of bed to bring tisane
or another pillow opium fresh water flowers music
something to distract you from the dream

the mood passes in twenty minutes if you can survive
that long wanting to die do everything imaginable
to get away from being your demented self

Monday, April 14, 2014

Urban Angst

wondering twice if spontaneous
portraiture allows eccentricity
urban angst improbably airy

no more random juxtaposition
jokingly practical remembers
who I did it with where when

this is the day of renunciation
implausibly taken with water
before waking to a better way

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Right Away

did I do it apparently not
will I certainly right away