dreamtime

 

as I drive aimlessly

along the late october coast

under a dreamtime sky,

I finally see that

there are three ways
to settle this:

let her go

- but she just won’t.

so fuck myself and drown her with me –

look love, I drive hands-free at 110 mph!

accept her

and live among ghosts forever.

give myself

to you.

the choice is easy. I won’t drive over the cliff.
take my hand.

close quarters

no, I have not forgotten

nor am I forgetting,

but she lives in dreamtime now -

too far away for a phone call.

as for me, I've found shelter from the cold,

and as I ponder all my

impossible pasts
and possible futures,

I mostly hope I will live
a little longer.

this is what you become
when you've lived at close quarters with death

outono peruano

o ar é de ardósia
coberta de giz
que escorre
traçados cris de calor
neste terrário hermético
onde brotam orquídeas carnudas
e um vaporoso cio
no substrato do nosso
amor
perfeito

love & hope

all conveivable tomorrows
burn their bright spears
into right now right here

how to disentangle
love and hopes?