Saturday, September 25, 2010

Clouds in formation

Clouds in formation

Scale down
Feel the dirt, hard concrete,
wary neighbor's stare.

I walk street-lined forests
parking lots
businesses closed for the night
flitting by, a ghostly presence
You never would answer my
Circe-eyed stare, babbling confessions
Less caricature than urchin hiding
behind the starlit screen
You were everybody's dream
You said:  "we are our own future." 
Everyone believed.

Stopping to remember
soot-encrusted steps
smoking Marlboro cigarettes
That core of authenticity
out of boredom, nervous waiting,
demon dancing fairy tales,
skittering dreams
I didn't know at twenty
any more than I do today
Over bright subway lights
people flashing drawn and green
stop to stop
popping bursts of bubble-wrap
Iridescent jellybeans
childish play
Seated at this well-worn window
watching winter unfurl
reminded of planetary inhibitions;
starlight only entices, never means to
settle down, to calcify
Looking backward,
whispers of dust
molecules in migration

There is a viscosity to twilight
Cut from the core
fruit of neural womb, gestating decades
sluggish, subject to cravings, livid dreams
Within the secrets of the seed,
occluded aspects of beginnings,
petal by petal
sacred in the morning dew
enticing fragrant fields
as if myths foretell our lives

The story I tell myself
may as well
be the best I can imagine
after years of imagining
Clouds focus attention on
divisions of atmosphere
Fire burns within
unaffected by sunlight

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