Ode to Serendipity (1998)

 Ode to Serendipity


I was living in blissful ignorance

Or so, I thought

It just had to happen

Serendipity!


At 3am, there's little point

In staying lucid

The roar from an occasional BMW

Can only be maddening


Lying here

With a solitary light bulb

For a Venus

Only makes the pain

Indescribable

This feeling ill-defined


The long walks I take

To clear my head

Only fill my mind

With fractured flickers

Of the way you moved

The way you smiled

The way you laughed

Chuckled and choked me

Till I cried


For I can only touch you

From behind a lens

Wishing that I were

The sand bar you walked upon

Or the breeze

That caressed your face

How fleeting it would have been

To have been swallowed

By the tide

Never to break the surface

Again


But I can only drown

In a bottle

I can only soar on a reefer

And like the cruel comfort

Of color photographs

And a stub

From a cigar

You fondly fellatio-ed

Slices of time

In broken frames

Impress upon me

My mortality


If Hate

Were all the emotion

I am allowed to feel

Then let me damn,

Loathe, despise,

And abhor you

Let me be quit of you

And the quiet storm

You stir inside me

Let me burn

And savor my sweet pain


Be gone, woman

And let the emptiness

Fill this void

Of nothing in between

Be gone, my Love

And leave me

In turbulent tranquility! 

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