Another Love Song

by Face Plants Jr.

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-11-03 17:23:00

i will not go now to you, take
the long trains through forgetful nights
to a place with paintings and pictures on the wall
I once might have known;
I will love the ones I am with
the ones I cry for and flee from. There
is enough water in this broken cup for a little
life. A hearty gulp
drink of that lotus, the rain it catches
i’ll take these slow moments and this graveyard view
I will suck the gold from these marrowless bones.
Those moments that grip the heart, that
quicken and guide us- too much- too much
and what then
should I read and write those poems of past
should I go back and find what I did
not see. Shall we go ?

And then when the moments is at its crisis,
once again the narrow streets
glow under lamps, and your blank eyes
should I again disturb the universe at my door?

In the past,
she came and then go
talking of rod mckuen.

I will keep your photograph
gray on the dying wall. The
candle casts shadows and lines on your face,
like mine. It looks like it says something,
oh what of these words?

Flowers still drown
on the plateau
climb climb
clouds of mine
there is time now
to go back
to see again
whatt could not be seen before
the threat of years.

I grow old
I grow old.
I cant see the torch I hold.

The chess board is broken on the desert floor. I
wrote another name- I can not unwrite it
I see your constellation on the sky’s
wet back-
shall I take it back? There are no parallel tracks
you keep my post card. It grows old.

the phone is silent, I see no pictures,
here no voices. I have no alphabet but my own.
There are no more confessions-
just the vacant days
wishing to hide something. There
are train whisles and coal smoke thick and black
as a hundred nights.

I do not think they will come for me.







(special thanks to T.S. Eliot)