i began with what i owned-books,records,loves
when they left,i released myself
arm by arm,organ by organ-
fingernails,dandruff,sweat stains,blood
most had a cycle and a season(like bullfighting/like war
some objected ot their peremptory departures
vowing never to return again.Yet here they are(like moons-
wanting to be a part of something they left long ago-
religion,belief,cynicism,cool distance.All know their place
They claim it is with me.I left these moods on a beach
waiting for a tide to take them Yet here they are again-
like starshells and flotsam/and i have no more space in my heart
It already has so many emotions excess baggage pasts
i want to give myself away to something
no thing claims me.It all passes,temporary
I only have this time with you.Eternities.
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