something better than this
by Cora
Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-06-29 00:52:00
this i call
life
a form before
the forum
not beyond
i link icecubes
to the hollow doorways
and expect to
see my eskimo
standing there
here with me
but i must of
passed by this
this person
to me
this love i have that
i no longer
hide
but you see
you see i’m no longer
afraid
but still cannot
weep
with emptiness
inside
while i dream of
italy and
crouch down
beside
the bed broom
and wonder
when
when
the dream is never
just a pinch
missed the bus
and mutter indifference
for they
never understood
where the bus stoop
began and
ended
just the same i
wish
but never
imply the togetherness
i see
i see in future but
never
behind