11/04/2012
lucky guy
last night,
we danced
and I would not let you
go
I've been in love
six times in my life.
I have loved
only once,
and that took me 23 years to learn.
in all likeliness
I shan't love again,
for there won't be time now
to absorb anyone else's sum.
I am lucky
to have loved
once
we danced
10/04/2012
today's weather: heavenless
I could. I can now.
anything I want.
but all is
gone:
culinary.musical.literary.amorous limbo
only the words
on which I thrive.
I mustn't move.
stasis
amidst the oceanwide void
that I must populate now
with
myself
08/04/2012
bliss
food & wine & sun-drunk laughter
the fourteen of us,
tightly knit,
amidst the myriad of flowers
you planted.
in heaven with you.
06/04/2012
relearning how to sleep alone
sanity check:
everything's still as in
my nightcap photo album
except that all has lost its value.
lights off. dull pain.
vivid dream
something terrible is going to happen.
awake: it's happened already.
vivid dream
you are calling me,
submerge me in your living fragrance.
awake: the bed is cold and empty.
I hold your pillow.
vivid dream
you cut the straps that held a piano,
I visit the hospital all over again.
awake: dr faustus (p. 55) & st. augustine (untouched)
on your bedside table.
glad the cats are with me.
vivid dream
awake: half my pillow is wet.
sweat. tears.
awake: sanity check.
kitchen. garden. coffee. cigarette.
erase.
back in black
05/04/2012
fugue
if I get it right,
I got it wrong.
blind me.
can I see you?
[black stitched on white:
door closed.]
04/04/2012
it's looking like a beautiful day
only ten weeks ago,
you were driving our car,
cosy in your rocket.
your sunlit profile
to my left
smiled and we sang the words
of the last song
of our last hope.
now I am driving
upside down
and you're not here to
hold me
as I hit the world
full on.
with no brakes.
off course.
I'm grateful for the
driving instructor
to my right
even though he's even
more melancholy than I
of course it would all be easier
if I believed in a soul.
of course.
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