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samuel nathan Aug 2011
Ena
I walk out the back door of my apartment
to have a smoke headphones on
music full volume
my back porch is the same size as my apartment:
small
there is only enough room for a small table,
holds only a drink and an ashtray,
and my favorite beach chair
I dance my way
to that familiar green yellow blue red resting place
as I sit, Beethoven's third or fourth assaulting my ears,
i turn to my left
there across the white railing
on the porch adjacent stands
the most beautiful woman I have ever seen or dreamed
she has been watching me
not smiling more a look of amusement
as one watching caged beings at the zoo
through those white bars she watched
this poor fool monkey dance his way
through habitat habits
without thinking
i fling the headphones off my ears and
meet eyes with her
I say nothing for a brief moment truly lost in the blue
hers are blue
the purest ive never seen before
my mouth decides to speak
    "Ha! Im sorry…I…uh, I thought no one lived there,
    I mean, I…I thought there was no one else out here."
I laugh.
She blinks, says, "I just moved in this morning."
    "Oh, OK. Well ****, welcome to the neighborhood."
I go to the railing and extend my hand
(animal reaching for treat)
    "Im Sam."
    "Ena"
She does the same
(presenting treat) and we share
a polite hand shake
normally, I might ask where she was from
what she likes music movies but,
I cannot seem to find the words to say
to this one
not only her beauty her energy
her way is what stays my tongue
her name. Ena. Fire. echoing in my head.
what the hell am I to say?
i want to know everything about her all at once
the curse of a facile tongue
but then she says,
    "I liked your dancing. It made me glad to know
    there are still some humans beings living here."
she smiles
this poor fool monkey's heart and soul jolt awake
a more wonderful and beautiful thing
has never been said before and
that is all it took
samuel nathan Aug 2011
caved in
while caving
a cast away
ten feet to move
any which way
no way out
with my pen
this note pad
and a corner
to pout
says my sad self
says my strong self
lets get the **** out
samuel nathan Aug 2011
what to do
when there is a party next to you
situation finds me
on my back porch
if that is the right word for it
loud music loud voices loud energy
flooding in from porch adjacent
how to invite myself
i could knock i could walk in
i could come baring gifts
i could open my door
doubling the statistical advantage
of a good time
i could brush my teeth
i could hide the week old laundry
i could start a game
i could make them smile
i could meet a girl i could marry her
i could find magic in
their refrigerator magnets
or
i could  write this poem
wishing only listening
glistening regret
and smoke this cigarette
samuel nathan Aug 2011
the reason i travel home
the same way
every day
the reason i write
without light
every night
the reason i smoke against
surgeon generals warning
every morning
the reason i go somewhere
with same face
every **** place
the reason i drop it
trip and treason
every season
the reason i agitate
age and accept
what happens here
every year
the reason i must
make a mess if i own it
every moment

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