The Night Before The Morning After.
I find myself at the old game
the old absurd ecstatic folly-ridden game
of trying to guess your mind
caught up once more in the eternal question-jungle;
“will she come?” “won’t she come?” “Maybe not”.
One half of me says you will be true to yourself
and lose your way once again.
Another and the more naive bit of me assures me
you will arrive come hell or stale porter
blaming me as ever for woeful misdirections
and in effect saying with brown-eyed refinery:
“why the hell pick such an outlandish place to live?”
And no doubt I shall be wordless in your presence
if you can imagine such a phenomenon
and as we self-consciously attempt to pick up long-loosened reins
my eyes upon you will be playing the old remembered ballet
under the heavy drink-laden dream-laden weight of years
almost embarrassing you into temporary disarray.
You won’t be fooled, however, knowing me well;
as always you will see beyond the quick foolish clown’s mask
far beyond the ready bottle of release, the straw of salvation
the real body alone in his microscopic dust
dreaming dreams forever far beyond his station
studiously looking away from you.
Yet let the old motto endure.
Drink and be merry, for tomorrow we may think.
And that could well spell disaster.
In anticipation of tomorrow
I hope the pleasure we have always found in each other
will outwit the ever-eager hawk of remorse.
Girl, bravely fool me with that old brown-eyed witchcraft
blinding me to the lesser losses of life
and guiding my reason towards the greater humbler gain.
My wish for you upon this wary midnight:
May your life be a warm attendance of light.
pomes ALL SIZES
You held me to yourbruised self.I aching with a wantthat held,it’s own fears.We spoke words that weresmall charms againstuncertainty.Bright faith, flungat reality.I lay half-scaredheld strong.In this dark our hosttill touched breathedit’s night-song,and the words laidtheir ghosts.
Modern Valentine's Day symbols include the heart-shaped outline, doves, and the figure of the winged Cupid. Since the 19th century, handwritten valentines have given way to mass-produced greeting cards.
pomes ALL SIZES
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