(Villanelle)


It takes patience to wait for the perfect light.
Glance away and the image can disappear.
And sometimes the background isn’t quite right.

The moment missed is like a face out of sight
That against all logic we hope will appear
From around a corner, bathed in perfect light.

Or a pause in the music on a moonlit night
When hesitating lips touch, and love leans near,
But voices whisper that something’s not right.

Technology offers consolation in its sleight
Of hand:  Digitally correct the analog here
And now, counterfeit the perfect light.

Yet we want more than the mastered byte.
We want the flash between the waiting and the souvenir,
The instant when self and spectacle fuse, reality felt right.

And so we hold on to what’s passing out of sight,
The collision between soon and too late, the sheer
Thread connecting to the perfect light
In which the background is precisely right.

You are still outside
of the roadside convenience stand
offering apathy
for a price
the tag for clearing bad memories
can be considered expensive
smearing everything in view
the confusion is
narcotic
getting hooked is like fishing down
at the pier
the pier you have thought of
throwing yourself over
time and time again
the clockwork is a revolving temptation
that reminds you
your days are numbered
and you’re not very good at math
so dig the change out of your pockets
scavenging for a fix
throw away the receipt
and pick up your feet because
“I’m giving up” isn’t worth it’s 4 syllables
so sell it
and purchase
“I’m not done yet.”

An owl she was, searching for a wolf
B my protector, she said
C my surrender, she spread
Do it you won’t regret
Ez for you I,
Fled from my pack
Grabbed my jacket and bag
Home to my nature since time was my dad
I, me, my is all I had
Jealousy around us
Kings would uncrown us
Late was infinite
Minutes were too late
N I already knew
O you knew?
Please, that’s my
Q
R u ready, because I’m not
Started it just to stop
Together
U and I are just letters
Vulnerable, I thought
Was looking for her heart but her
X marked the spot
Y I hoped, I don’t know
Zoned back in the orbit I know

Listen

You escape into the heart of dawn

No longer life or a lover's pawn

Your ship is set for distant lands
Uncharted realms
Loving hands

Though Storm and Silence rocks your boat
you are still alive
You are still afloat.

And as the wind sets it's tone- you realize you're not alone
We sail together, you and I

Pay Dusk no matter, WE shall not die
for this wooden heart- will still depart

and no festered crack shall **** your Art!

Hand in Hand even the Caspian Sea
holds no borders for you and me.