Melancholy midnight drones
circuits short fuse
dawn for the sleepless
residual caffeine headaches corporate spoil
masochistic colonies marching on
titanic glass and steel infrastructures
devoid soul
wasted
is there time for tomorrow?

Part 1:::::::::::::::::::::
Desert valley in waiting
austere walls of cloud blow
not up and away but in impending status
hanging flashes over boreal sky
birds' wings suddenly alight started
by the voice of the divine and the
aroma of ozone now
lighting on wet pavement hisses as
man and beast scramble for shelter

Part 2::::::::::::::::::::::::
Rain
in the gutter splatter
invisible matter
all penned walls are white
tears of the Hopi
cactus river
saguaro salvation

feeling as ifstuck in rewind
an old cassette perpetually turning
towards anachronism
like sepia toned photos
yesterdays memoirs revealed
your sunshine and the
absolute absence of clouds

I have learned never to ask the name of injury--
but I pay that no attention.
I was told it was better to learn everything, then
forget selectively than never to have
learned at all.

This is the one day of fall when
the world is warm and brittle, the wind just strong
enough to clear off the trees. Today leaves shake
to the earth in piles, push against curbs,
into alleys and street drains, where the final
cracks of their deaths cannot be heard.

My eyes close--
leaves roar by, shrapnel from an explosion. Shredded
air and sharp debris scarcely frighten me.
I pretend. I reduce the importance of disaster
around me. I disappear
to my smallest place

Well, can't think of much - so
I'm bored
maybe I'll smoke a little more
and remember what you were(or could've I possibly forgotten)
sweet caresses like summer sun
and eyes burning with beautiful life
never to be mine - mocking, like
the comedian last nite on TV,at everything that seemed to hold
even the remotest of value

to you nameless and cold
harbinger of longing and breathlessness
icebergs float eternally in your presence
to mingle with the myriad capsules
of the love you will never know
and the tears of those saints held aloft
who forevermore condemn
the frigidity of your dissolution

We are nothing to
each other yet inhabit the same
space eyes dulled and unknowing
like submerged stones
oblivious to the slow gyre
of irretrievable time