Feb 22

Sadly the distance only speaks across this space
sadly across my sad, my sad tired face
fading without any trace in this bearing day
Leslie in the rain, not in the rain
Not there but in the rhythm upon the sleeping head,
Is upon me, upon my window again
And I wonder where you are
And if you see the same,
the water distortions in early morning summer rain,
in the way the city gasoline smell fades,
everything ever again dissipates,
it all goes away, memories like radiation in the rain
triggers of a half life from another day...
All along I only wish I was not me
I wish I was not this thing
Loveless
Unbidden
the extremes of two moments derail me
and nothing else
your eyes in sunlight before me in conversation
and then myself with that memory alone
Drowning in a broken heart always with these arrows
The ones covered in old flash and blue
What do we do with the feathers
If we push it through
See little pieces of heart hanging little soul and blood
What is the will that had no will to give
But left upon its limelight post
For all the world to see
Dared to bat about its trailer heart
At heights
                    which such love should ever be
                    Not from me at least
I should always remember a summer
And forget I've lived long enough to be
Nearer to the end than even youth
And winter comes for those early,
Comes to those without love,
That whose name is sharing life,
The name of that love.

My love lies loveless in this haunted
        nothing.
It comes more for me, now for me only,
I've arrived inground
Unspoken or spoken it's all the same
Another dark night in the light of the
Sun and the absent moon
All time fades in this head confusion
I can barely move, heart-broken-blue
Facing the rain
Somewhere you look upon the shallow rain  refining the gaze and
Sadly-The-Distance-Only

                   is all there will ever
Be,
              a reminder comes back to 
me,
                  That which I was I am again

And I thought this was gone, I thought
This pain was left in my youth
Like falling in love for the first time
Never can one prepare for
Love at first sight 
And never can love be true for it
Is both quiet illusion and chaos transforming, it is gone 
A blind fool walking his dog in traffic
Rain falling from two thousand feet
Battered by wind, to land upon a window
And distort a temporal vision, a
heart-broken-blue.