REPUBLIC OF NECESSITY


29

I’d like to make Amends with the Night
Who sheltered me with my tears
Laying my cheek I held her alone

In Moonlight’s picking at small stones
I was there, with sand-and-gravel hope
To find the civilization of tomorrow

Past the smallness of our fate
I’d like to make Amends
With the Day, strong and tender

Were our flowing days, our
Mornings with our hunger for clarity
Our marigold youth of never-ending longing

Nothing is finally necessary
In how the cities we live in are occupied
In how our beds are unoccupied

We have to touch life through our ribs
And hear the beating of our hearts in what we do….

WORDS LIKE FIXED STARS


29

I’ve felt the echoes of words
In the deepest part of my Psyche
Years later they surfaced

Echoes traveling like the
Sap of dead poets, I knew them all
The greens of language

Bitten through to the stars
To the core of semantics
Rejoincing in phrasing

Colorful floods of syntax
I’ve felt the striving of words
Not for expression but for symbolism

The metaphors that fly
To open the heart with mirrors
An association of unity
That travels, and never rests.

MEETING AT THE UNMARKED STRIP OF AUTHORED LIGHT


28

We nudged literature until she
Fell like a picked mushroom from her spot
We sought an old revolution that needed

To feel reborn for us to write our greatest work!
This wasn’t a Sanskrit hymn
Or a Russian poem or a Mandarin glyph

This was our life unmarked in neon, black and white
And I won’t tell you where it is
In the pocket of necessary madness

We talked about trees and the sense
That we were meeting in an abandoned
And persecuted tea-house, that existed

Across centuries, the place where
Hieroglyphics and calligraphy reappeared
In a cross-cultural hodge-podge of our form.