(In Memoriam-- PSH, Luis Raúl, Dax Díaz...)
--
jumble of dreams, tangled & dim
ground slipping under me all the while
time ticktocks gale-force above
need needs a kiss to gather oil
assemble & prime the tools
to repair hardened disconnect in broken links
between bleak everymorn hall path slogs
with shadow matrix stars beyond
reflected gleam streaming underground
beyond smoke & hand signals
arguing out the mirrors
beyond alarm bells, flashing lights
anxious mistrust & bittersweet oblivion
beyond the hanging struggle to know
free-falling lessons to forget
beyond roadkill claims in the snowdrift
feeding on dressed-up carrion
beyond the pale
that goes with territory flows
beyond a narrative arc-in-heaven
beyond smoky hopes in these dark rooms
some makeshift peace?
an uncomfortable if convenient truce
settled into shelf-life permanence
nestling out of touch yet not beyond
--
Robert Biale's Zinfandels
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great poem, David! really beautiful, meaningful, and heartful
Thanks, Gwen. Been struggling somewhat-- I finally got out of my own way, it seems. Thanks so much. Means a lot to me that you get it.
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