I’m Waiting for September


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I’m waiting for September
walking upriver, wishing for
whiskey at midnight. concentrate
on how to give your life full meaning?

the changing of karmic bed linen
pink sheet on, up for anything
the future and past no longer matter
I’m waiting for September

bread and butter for old dreams
that never came to fruition
the past three months have bloomed
moments that didn’t forget the ‘bath’

I’m clean so soft and light
bleached from the prudery of old grief
I’m wishing blessings down upon us
I look away from savagery

beauty’s shadows shine beneath the black
as a smothered laugh, a sudden lifted care
it is humane to suffer and to dream
the wife that embraces you

like the sharpening air –
i am content to remain a dabbled herbivore
with knees and elbows together
in the window, I will find solace here

I’m waiting for September
I’ll set it down into the leaves
and let it flutter home, as
any red maple melts into the ground.

Photography Courtesy of: http://www.deviantart.com/art/September-Mornings-6-326956485

your name is already on the passenger lists


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Like our bodies imprint
not a sign will remain
that we were in this place
so live like this, let sand

straighten itself, let nature
smooth the fabric of destiny
Like words that float
dates are already in view

in which you no longer exist
and what was your place in
the names alone that deaden no hearts
the languages that i know

can only briefly convey
we borrow meaning for a season
and treasure love as a tool
like our bodies imprint

our truths will have died with us
and many a person will
have similar fates, or so
we can imagine easily

who will help me? none will come
to the beck and call of desires
that were so brief as to be shadows.

Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Singapore-394870973