New Orleans 12/12-12/15/98
whereas, avoiding is as difficult
dangerous as finding -
love, in splendor,
watching and waiting behind the corner,
an ornery character
my sundrenched lover
on a white morning
down south the air stands still
looking to catch a glance,
the subject always transitory
a tiny secret cannot help but scream,
a repressed desire is kept in a holster
dying a tear, I do not know
what will happen.
I do not know what will happen.
Here is my palm, even if temporarily,
I cannot look away -
this moment I see in photographs
felt, internally, felt with a vengeance,
Walking these steps, all resonates
stone of a memory.
Here are the fossils of my life in
a cobweb, a recollection, and a reminder
left in a shoebox, do not rustle.
But every movement shakes and
reverberates it's contents,
my museum suffering earthquakes...
Volume alleviates confusion,
music overwhelms the moment -
incessant, incessant, incessant.
trampoline kisses on a ledge wavering...
walking backwards, falling off cliff,
screaming, "friends, let's swim"
morning shake, shake, crawl...
prescipice white top floor peak,
welcome, it is now unknown o'clock...
run the water, the day awaits anew,
I am shadows creeping, sensing motions,
sleeping with the angels again, clasped...
collections for the young,
I show you this on a twisted time,
decadence betraying innocence,
watching a transaction, crescendo
this breathe is sweet.
she sways and gives me more more,
and a drip slips, but agonizing time,
I am a candle to this river,
etching in hearts,
yes, darling, "hearts" a suit, a set,
a tremble, digression in degrees...
more, please. more please.
"I will never see you again"
"You don't know that"
To walk away from this,
a short tear is no less painful.