Not here, though
The thought of it will come again
But hear ye,
The next life is waiting, it awaits
With empty bags on an undocked ship
And a fistful of longing,
Asks:
After how many voyages
Will the foreigner
Go without luggage
Before help could come,
In how many places
Has my friend
Wandered aimlessly
Before life could find him.
Says:
Like you, I did not exist either
Not here, though
The [...]
Alas! The King has died
graying, seeking
a long way from home;
For whose sake?
A man might miss his chance
and never catch up,
might miss his turning.
I measure my scotch in terms of those
meaningless songs, late night when the eyes get up
from floorboards
and I am alone,
there is nothing left
but the bottle,
there is nothing left
in the bottle,
but still you came, your throat rusty
with music and smoke,
telling me that
we are rabid under the mud,
filthy and tired of existing
sick of everything
yet in that [...]
Happiness unbound
crowed flies and pink-ribboned stink
sow-like between black leaves
misplaced
In all the world there’s only
space, joyful moon
and morning,
Laughter,
wrecking
ball, seasoning air, seasonal
drear. Without a lifeline, these
teeth tell me nothing.
Fire, bliss, the heights of
malaise unsaid all
in exploding separations
ending, as usual
, in silence stealing through
the streets
[Original Post Date: 06/12/2004]
Standing on the edge of this fence,
I wonder if you are drunk or dead,
Or maybe you remember the time
When we were eight and the moving
Van still too far for grief,
You brought your boomerang, orange
And striped, and we cried when it
Flew imperfect, past railing to sky,
To clump of hedge there below.
But we were eight, I went [...]