the line is long and we wait marking time, looking...
grazing our thoughts into other's minds wondering
who they are or what they might want to be;
talking of Picasso and the inevitable cycle of life
through which we all must pass and from which
we all are judged while over over coffee we reflect
on issues of current interests, entertain thoughts
of next year's vacation and tales of an earlier time
simple and plain of our lives overlapping briefly,
leaving behind a sharing of friendships and the
ever constant unfolding of the current new day.
September 27, 1985
AT OUR WILLS
cast down into a predisposed
predetermined circle of wills,
a contract at will...
no will... no win...
there is a legal right to false conclusions
a common practice of unleashed aggravation
and a return to the days of yesteryear,
yesterday... not today...
"nevermore," quote the raven
quote the inner voice of our darkness
of our losses... cut and dry...
isolated, we see more backs
than faces... a minority free disposition.
September 18, 1985
ALMOST UNNATURAL
it's just to you I give the right touch
the right movements...
to a body perfect in its tones and
and textures and softness...
a reciprocation which casts no doubt
on our ability to illicit such passion
so quickly and so completely...
a reservoir unbounded
almost unnatural...
a possession of witchcraft
or demonic perhaps
as if every nerve ending has been
exposed to some mystical aphrodisiac
paralyzed...
magnetized...
a forfeiture of escape
a physical time bomb exploding
a mental frenzy within you
within me...
within us both...
September 17, 1985
A BLURRED VISION
symbols of an earlier time
when happiness transcended all
and our physical love was a
natural expression for the unkind
years that were soon to be;
damaged entanglements of an
estranged marriage burned like wet leaves,
the rooms of our love, filling them
with choking smoke and
blurred our vision... our escape...
surrendering to each other's domination
accepting failure are the true
bearing of the compass, we pronounced
the weekend's success if Monday
broke the trance and we could hide
amidst the altered states of employment.
September 16, 1985
A DARWINIAN PURPOSE
faced with the realities of a subjective world,
our rights fall within the domain of a selective few;
those who redeem their frailties through the
collective wisdom and a self-imposed
ordination of their cause and those who conquer
the wills while suppressing an individual motivation
on those who actually got them there...
faced with the realities of the harsh winter of people's thoughts,
we become forced to live like a minority
sheltering our creativity
reserving our ideas for other who have no need
to control or manipulate... as if some
Darwinian purpose allows only a few to survive.
September 13, 1985
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