posted May 23, 2006 02:12 AM
He has eyes that,
when they look at me
freeze time in its clocks
and voices muffle away
in multi-conversationsal rooms
and me-prancing venuesThey burrow in memory
They speak a sentence yet unspoken
They implore nudity (truth)
Feigning nonchalance,
I turn away,
return to see,
not for one flash second
have they distracted their integrity
(his fixed gaze ~ so profound,
is it hoping for my knighted fingertips
to close their tired lids,
as the reverant do the dead -- having died disturbingly open --
in respectful farewell
to the sleepless nightmare of daily vision?)
Or so I am moved to do.
I think they're hazel
but O, they're much
darker than that.
His mind is FIRE
His words inspire my suspended animation pen
in flurry 'til dawn
They re-erect that cradled, ambered world
of chain-smoke diners,
and now banned side-show attractions,
pulse in the vein of American backstreets,
Cavalier Adonis vagabonds
(derilect, yes, dirty, but never common)
who trodded to step out
after-Sunday-church-apathy,
praising 1950's bazooka simplicity
Vegas Silicone Valley Minds
have long forgotten.
And have I?
forgotten, that is?
As if Tao was once-and-for-all integrated
And, that's all she wrote
~ F L O W ~
As if the Universe sighed its final, weary, dying-star-breath
As quakes rumble in their resurrected aniticipation
"It's all cool."
Nothing one can do.
*shrug*
No, the Starling Night Birds forever beckoned
the Silver Midnight drew me out Nightly
in its Trance-Walk, Gazing upwards
for a cell outside my own
I never closed my Eyes
I never looked away,
though I might have flowed
pillow-haired into that
transient asylum dream
that Saved me
from the hungry dogs
next street over.