A golden cup
10/19 2023
Is it because of the synthesis of the golden cup?
Is it because I value life too much, and death too little?
Is it because I see the unknown and not Marilyn Monroe?
Later you asked about Martin's wedding,
"I heard you're gonna give a speech."
I said I've never heard of him,
You said "I've got the picture to prove it."
And there I stood on Cuban shores, hand-in-hand
As time glittered on the crests of an azure wave,
I could not hope to deny it.
Is it because I heard the sirens when I was a child?
Is it because I can't sail harsher weather?
Is it because darkness comforts slumbering eyes?
Before I managed to learn how to speak
I dealt in diamonds and dynamite,
And I hid in the forest and stroked my beard as the rain poured,
And tightly I clenched my dripping dagger close to my beating chest,
And I waited patiently for my narrow passage.
I met her on the top of the hill later, and she kissed me.
Perhaps it was all worth it, after all.
In the end, I meet them all, everyday.
Sometimes I can meet their eyes,
Sometimes they just stare,
Sometimes it is I that misses them.
It's raining again.
Sometimes thin eyes meet the golden tongue.
A long chain of happenstance.
A subway platform.
Gentle rain falls on distant shores.
Approaching, she says, "I think I've seen you before."
"Me too", I manage to get out,
But we agree we never have.
Similar to the past I've never had, I smile,
I dance the last tango before the train arrives,
None of us have our phones, or even some paper & pen,
So we agree on a time outside time,
A place outside of language.
I drink honeyed wine from a golden cup.
I see the train in the distance.
I see the brown hair streaked underneath the blonde.
I see the vivid blue tartan scarf over the black coat.
Even though 'tis not she, 'tis impossible not to see her.
I wonder if she thinks the same.
Is it because of the synthesis of the golden cup?
Is it because I value life too much, and death too little?
Is it because I see the unknown and not Marilyn Monroe?