by Lisa Marie Popp
Dawn breaks; it’s only the sun
the East smokes, & only my bedroom’s singing
Yet I am doomed to have done
The Time my alarm clock’s ringing.
He drags bare feet out of the cave
In ragged soft robes is fear
when he sought the land of the saved
when the flash comes: Empty Mirror
Children sprawled naked on living room floor
where angels of anxiety laugh in each other’s arms
Hidden like diamonds in the clock of the world
Then we go driving drunk on boulevards.
Baby, talk to me, and I’ll return
to get lost on highways in allegiance
to catch pure emerald flame and burn
in a stupor of wine and silence.
You gave me black rainy gaps of time,
My Great Art learned in desolation
You gave me the traffic of night in paradise
as we shared a cigarette in frustration.
Your windshield full of tears
Rain wets our naked breasts
We kneel together in the shade
Then beat apart the best.
He strikes the guitar to be reborn
Made drunken by this legend
of a girl come to mourn
her forgotten sexual angel.
All loves fall, they fall to fire
In a war between dreams and time
a temptation to touch desire
and take it to bed before they die
If I let the mind fall down
as something else in gray matter
to feel sensation of the gone
to feel reality and my soul shatter.
*Shantith defined as ‘peace’ (see T S Eliot)
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