purge me
so vain
I see
everything
different now
light
turgid itself
rearranged
deep within
my psycho brain
rain drops
dashing away
every strange image
hurt into play
every mountain range thought
relinquished from my fatted brain
emerge anew
resilient
all that silence
true resilience
distance merely means
far away
so I can't
touch you
yet I feel
urgent it seems
purge with me
this soft vanity
I see
sweet urgency
purging
everything
that once
was you
and me

      * * *

 

I sat
this old fellow
quite quiet
still waiting
still beside
that same
old woman
pondering right
at the edge
of what was
good and left
of that
same
old river
watching desert
water
now merely
measured
as a melancholy
trickle
where pleasure
and lovers
together
once watched
love's tender
touch
water's mindful
rush
still love
wells up
with tears
fellow streams
in both
our aging
eyes
and in
our ghetto
hearts
mellow
pulling strings
so we
ultimately remain
anchored
and alone
still a bank
of frank love
and that
old woman
spelling
and calling out
history
and old love
still an ocean
of tears
motion
in our souls
and crying
eyes
and in
our emotional
hearts
love pulls
and tries
irrationally disguised
by hopes
and prayers
so many fears
making tearful
love
compose
sweetheart aires
recite
heartfelt poems
that only
sometimes
risk a kiss
seldom decide
or commit
to rhyme
mirror something
that is
joy and bliss
something
that is yours and mine

            * * * 

 

in the cave
cool damp exists
God save us
every viral plague and storm
what can God resist
that raging sun
should life cease and desist
a cagey norm
no matter how fast
we fly and run
in the cave
resist complaint
sample temporal cool
just for fun
nothing is ever new
under God's sage sun
everything and everyone
sophisticated fools with sophisticated tools
binding and blinding us anew
a spartan moon with a blazing sun

                      * * *