I Could Walk A 1000 Miles

 


Hand me the hairpin unlock this solid door
I see those trees bark from every possible side
yet I swear, never
have, windows nor grass looked so deathly black

coldness comes with the dog of August
memories of many a September  
so there it is...
(tentatively)
premonition
more truth,
more blood
for harsh dead Winter

were the lights in the sky mere mirage
painted walls with two-tone absence
streams flow down desolate avenue
scream
silent screams
pass so many cars, hanging on
mid-morning tears
those liquid beams blind me, fierce
pushed back to life behind

Princeton promises
hail returning kings
Greenwich Village with its lost and stolen memories
we own the right to have won

how many more times
could we double up on street-cleaner values
yet again, in this age-Proven
The city of candles-Flickers
bic by bic by bic

The side-saddle seat sets empty
where fibers were woven once by your jeans
that scratch ass nervousness
tongued intense
by the scope of lack-luster magic

but just over
that one simple hill
one more day's travel
sat floating lanterns
adrift on hand-crafted gondolas
Pierre, our Baltimore raft-man
said so sad
"Ahhhh my friend, we sing Je Ne Regrette Rien"
"come float it all away"

memories and more behind bolted doors
wile away, my ears filled with fiddling-crickets
(H)ours...
and the strings skip noodles in sequence
drawn upon ghosts with a life-force
told
under the watchful eye of Nimbus