do you remember that day
today
when you arrive back
on the plane
i will be waiting
like i waited all those years ago
that first time
when the snow swirled
and you were late and
you ran all the way
do you remember that day
and i kissed you
that way
in the lamplight
your eyes wide
i remember it as if it were yesterday
i have been waiting ever since
it’s out the result is in
when all is said and done
they have gone and spoken
but what have they gone and done
what have they gone and said
d-read
orthodontisty-toothed smiles
sneer-stained with newspaper ink
from too much chewing the cud
of things and things the things
beyond the ability of words
to change not one jot
spit
oh to
the words are closing in with the dusk
eyes narrowing to the silver of the moon
some words are fulsome
some from the dark side
the dotted penumbra
oh to be eclipsed
to meet another poet
who outshines me
to climb another step
to the stars
there are more words lurking out there
i can feel them circling circling
the fire in me is dying tonight
if I dream of tomorrow
i might catch them fast asleep
frozen icarus
trying to grow an icicle
i broke my mother’s best china jug
not even forgiveness
from beyond ghetto grave
a finger wags
as i recoil from the memory
the gone dusk is almost
the losing of light at dusk is almost physical
drawing the blood brain downward
with its transmogrification of
the leaves that lose what autumn colour
they proposed was the old story
for not even ghosts are this cold
in the heart of watching it drain away
my lips slow in their wording
the cup to my lips poised in a
foreverness of the non-time
of this lonely soul’s wondering
where is the light going
or is it the darkness that is coming
as i stare at its storing
… it is gone
and no poem will ever bring it back
sometimes the flagellation of uninvited words
has the disappointment of youth’s insistence
that they know
pitch black is almost a consummation
on the flight home
up there in the air
she is a longing
floating
down
the sundown
look how sheepish the clouds are looking up to her
as she looks down
on me
far away the sun rides home
tomorrow maybe?
maybe!
