Tuesday, June 7, 2011

-Baffled-

What am I?
What am I not?
On vacations on balconies
in the company of wine
and strangers
questions are asked
rapidly
bullets flying one after
the other
People skip particulars
and leave the manners
at the bottom of
the Bordeaux,
without pacing
without pause
they ask the personal
in fluent gibberish,
On these occasions I
tend to stare
like I'm looking out at a foggy
beach.

"who are you?"
Bizarre and both naive,
a question aimed
to baffle me
Of the little I know
Of the little I don't.
I have only ever assumed,
ever gotten but the jest
of who I am.

But of course I am a poet
or maybe I have been,
maybe I lived like one
but was I ever one within?
Is a poet a type of person?
Is a person a type of poet?
Maybe mice write ballads
or honeybees blank verse
who is who?
And what is what?
I can be the proverbial sky
and wake up a baboon
aren't we all connected?
The vino speaks before
my words can reach my
lips
i am never one thing at a time
or in one place in a moment
strangers now with their
mouths wide open
I baffle them unwillingly.

-No Title Yet-

When the moon blooms
throwing heavenly light
on everything and anything
when the night sky arises
and all is well
and all is wonder
canaries safely in their
Egyptian-twigged nests
all lids heavy
and all lights dim
that is when it all starts
there's no one around to watch
the night-sky bloom
no one but me
no one but I
I watch it all behind a
barrier of glass
Patiently as though
seeing is touching
I feel it all
and it changes me
My front row seat
to spectacular
the ballet of the night's
sky
the Moon, our charming
dancer, shifts behind
the curtain of grey clouds
and back again
like a star shinning
and back again
to end the show
I see it all without movement
my mouth agape
my heart between beats
I see it all
and it changes me

Universe

Here I am
Let down by the world again
Asking the Universe to love me
My pillow drowns and my heart explodes
Why don’t you love me?
For you I am never good enough
For me I am never enough
Ever a tiny fraction less
World, world.
Again I am your enemy
Unwillingly I am your enemy
But still I ask you
Still I beg you
To love me
Look at me
My flooded brown eyes
My crumbling soul
Rome, are you as broken as me?
Scars outline the doors of my heart
Then it broke from the weight of the universe
A universe that made me only to forsake me
Faulted and flawed.
Even you, Shadow,
Even you left me
Disappearing as quietly as you came
Of you I have little recollection
Did you feel as unappreciated as I do?
A shadow in a sunless world.