27 December 2008

Dreams of Eurydice

I dreamed last night of you in a crowd
walking with a rose, the pink one I bought you, pulling
away its petals letting them fall to the ground.
You were looking for me, you were with someone else.
I was gone.

I had another dream of an eerie street of brownstones
dark except for the sole decayed light bleeding orange
leading to a basement structured in steel painted in dripping black
a Man inside, sitting at an empty wooden table
in there alone, brooding with a crimson face
He turned
and His eyes shot through me as if to say
she is gone and there is nothing.
A car on the street pulled up to the curb, a brown rusted Cadillac
and the window rolled down smoke pluming out and I couldn't see in.
Eurydice, the wind whispered, and the car took off.

Through a fence with barbed wire I watched lightning strike
the ocean, a flash of a wave being surfed by a man under gunpoint.
In a wet jungle, lightning shone on the path as I searched for you
stealthily maneuvering around guerillas, winding trunks and 
slapping leaves to sinking mud and walls of trenches.  
Crawling through this never 
ending maze I cried out to the wind, rain 
pouring into my mouth.  
The wind didn't answer.
The rain stopped 
and not another bolt of light.  

Then, I woke up.  

26 December 2008


Strong first encounter
A planted kiss with beer on his breath
Vodka on hers
Leading the way hand holding down the pier promenade on a t-shirt warm night
The ocean a lake of radio silence letting them tune in to one another
Who pays for what
One night stand bluffs did you did I
On the brick wall he leaned against her at closing time, the crowds 
crookedly walking watching their beginnings through a film of yellow 
poisoning but not, just
They didn't fuck that night.

A whirlwind of in between
Youth and adult love that we're told
Where past lovers are forgotten
And friendship becomes the basis before sex.

Instead, they shake each other and pop the corks exploding 
Out, and up the rickety elevator as high as they can
Hoping for the penthouse
Not the roof where all they can do is look down,
A dread remembrance of their ride.

They should have taken the stairs.