Today
the sun
fiercely blazes brightest ever
pouring out
blistering euphoria
Tonight
luminesce
bits of starlight
spill cool frenzied
sparkles of intoxication
how does a single soul cause such cosmic jubilation?
"Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get all loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." - The Velveteen Rabbit
Today
the sun
fiercely blazes brightest ever
pouring out
blistering euphoria
Tonight
luminesce
bits of starlight
spill cool frenzied
sparkles of intoxication
how does a single soul cause such cosmic jubilation?
I decided to forget you
today
but the books refused
every title
and word
every single phrase
shouted you
from the comfort of their
dusty shelves
disheveled stacks
the world
must have heard
this cacophony
sit-in of the masses
assaulting me from all sides
Howl
Dante
Milton
Cummings
politics, poetry
love lost, love found
and the final seal
breaking on the door of my
last desperate
grasp for oblivion
was your name
worn by an unsuspecting soul
parading
across the page to
twist my heart
into a 4th of July explosion
of longing
i decided to forget you
today
but the books refused
and timidly step
searching for the perpetual youness
that can always be found
here
in the ubiquitous
Land of Tuesday
over the spiraled reaching branches
lives the violet silver mistiness
which begins to cool the
ever longing
that resides inside
desire triumphs
piercing the thick calm
searching for youness
i half see your vague form
through the gauzy veil
that settles delicately
on the
Shores of Accquaintance
but as i reach out
to know your face
my hands slips and finds
only empty air
next to my computer screen
the ethereal Land of Tuesday
dissolves into
firm reality
without the youness
of you
to ensure it's realness
deliciously gloomy day
violet mistiness
saturates my soul
leaving traces
of divine melancholy
glorious greyness
proposes iridescent musings
my dreams sail away to
the Land of Tuesday
where you reign
Dedicated to Terry and Shirley Cox
We have walked in
shimmering places
in and both out of this world (and that other)
hand and fingers
deliberate in their embrace
as dragons, fiends and other degenerate souls
face us and are
defied
by the sheer force of willing
Gradually now
i slip
more and evermore
into that other realm
full of thirst
for continual state
in this half-dreaming reality
pain does not live here
neither do you
i must
quit this tired struggle
bow to the understanding
time requires this adventure alone
rediscover and explore
that world of
shimmering places where we have walked