The leaves fall gently...
10/09 2020
The smells of maturity carry their reminder
Way past their usual echoes
As the leaves fall gently,
Red, yellow and nauseously green
Stain the waters and my coughs
Suppressed by the part of me that desires,
Upholds the stage to which no one returns
While in various moments different people
See different parts of me as one
It splits violently whenever the tide,
And the night turn ever so bright.
As the reflection of her old mirage
Turns itself over on the water
My mind is transfixed, like my eyes
I can see quite clearly the numerous pairs,
So delicate and concise as the wine
Its water boils to a gentle steam making me
Quickly lose my footing on the ancient bog
I try to come up with some farewell,
But I blank in the hall by the wall
By the portrait of Michelangelo and his women
As one day turns into the next
The other is quickly forgot;
That which was borrowed is kept
That sunrise is to remain in a photograph
Framed up against some ancient name
As another family yells from the television
That you follow without following them
It's funny how we always talk of the same places
Heaven & hell, D.C. & L.A.
How we brag of our farewells
And keep our explanations in hollowed dens
That are somehow supposed to be hallowed
By old Sir. Jesus Christ herself
Walter Cronkite sneezes on Live TV
& God bless him!