Uninspired
light on green tablecloths
little café
sat around
drank some wine
tried to forget that i came
*
light on green tablecloths
little café
sat around
drank some wine
tried to forget that i came
*
it's another gloomy winter day
cold skies cloud my mind
in vacillating stains
of sluggish
chemical gray
another fallow
icebound day
with a pen that's dry
a notebook blank
& volumes left to say
*
this is the end of my days even now i know as i bear another spun out star day as my comforts drift like mists and wisps of cloud that dissipate and dissolve into oblivion this poet is my curtain call my redemption my own and only spiritual ovation i will not live again *
my laugh blew out the candle blew out wormwood and warm words god willing we both find our home my laugh breaks broad-spectrum banter into buttermilk for greasing social orgies and whole sororities know my name but tonight under symphonic cricket starlight it's your laugh that's feeding my flame *
what will our bones say when the metals oxidize when bricks and bridges both have broken into dust when tombstone epitaphs have been toppled and rewritten by the rain and whipping winds what will our bones say when new versions of ourselves find them interred in the dirt i bet we get credit for the pyramids *
sunlight shimmers on your lips you taste of blueberries and love with lavender oil we anoint our hips you fit me like a glove *
i am aflame weighted organically atomically as my myriad self molecules and muons human reality is likened to algal blooms fronds on a lake to be accurate surely this isn't a poem *