And Now.
Im talking to someone
Online again
A military man
An Arab Sheik
A Taiwanese playboy
I’ll write a love poem
Dreaming of
Democratic republic
Of
United emirates
From this worldly
Place isolated, here
So known for international
Hospitality
And send it to an account
I’m sure is either
a robot or bored worker
after long counts
of emptied rejection
during some of the longest
winters on Earth
For human beings
United municipalities
Of tender words
And care
We fought for
Americas ice box…
Or, I gave up
A long time ago
And fight everyday
Stay lonely, advice
For flying around the
World to lose
A day, or to gain
One, Ill require.
Of opposites attracting
and imagined
moving together
without even knowing
the language
he speaks
But, not now.
but, this is so different from me.
Masks worth wearing
Closeness worth taking
Giving nature, the vastness
Between two people
Between governances
While alive within either one
Breaking the world
To certain love letters
The fire of Josephine
Is all that could suffice
At times, the fashions
Of Fanny Browne
A sun shining alone
A moon humming along
A certain magnitude
Blame the carelessness
Of daylight
Shining on anything
Brightening desert
Next to mountains
Next to ocean
Any invitation to audience
Water against the river
Shining just for you
Logic or release
Sinking to the vents
At the bottom of the ocean
Release release
Faintness closures
Underground
Seams between
Time, the base
Borders of forest
concentrates
Of sound
These echoes
Working for air
For water
For the parts necessary
To machinery
And to our bodies
And now
Had forgotten
How lost I could be
How close any wilderness
Could be, the universal
Tides of spring
Water: aspen roots
Exclusivity
To the likes
Of a cedar tree
This gnarled trunk
Of cypress
Is more common
And unkindly
But offers up
More easy fruit
Than those
Withstanding
The desert
Hillsides
Sand barriers
