Everything has been written
so don't ask me
for progressive ideas
any longer,
the revolution
is history

the real change
is taking place
in my mind.

Everything
is changing,
I catch myself
wanting
to hug a stranger,
it would be like two friends
embracing.

Fear touches me
now
as you pass through
my warm cloak
full of ancient lies
and I feel you warm breath
next to my heart.

February 7
foreign date,
someone's yesterday fantasy,
you cannot come home
to a real lover
now,
she's not there,
she ruined the fantasy
with her leaving you
cold at the airport

now,
you can tear down
everything
she stood for

so you can feel
comfortable
in your safe palace
filled with
sweet smiling nymphs
who stroke your swollen ego

maybe now
you can find
your ideal woman.

Why do you make me so uncomfortable
standing there just so quietly, waiting,
for words which just aren't there

If we could reel back time
I would retract that promise which
somehow was expressed to you,
probably by an intimate embrace
or perhaps by a mirrored reflection
of your own fantasy

But let me just say - I wish you
would comfort me by your absence

Images of a man and woman
come forth,
they look so fine together
their personal nightmare restrained

like figures forming a play
they seem so pleasant
carrying on in the day's light

what is clear is never questioned
sad, that we may have been spared.

Bright yellow and green
in motion
no choo-choo childhood fantasy
no miniature red caboose,
just rows of somber business faces
drained of all emotion,
which they store in old glass jars
at home
in some out of the way closet
along with
old after-shave and perfumes,
no long usable
on party occasions
because their faces feel too vulnerable.