i inhale
colliding passers-by
grew wings together
as their umbrellas sailed
across neon,
through eons
as one, giant, flailing bird
built of sharp angles
sharp eyes seek out the fullness
of the moon
and is suddenly jealous
of the moon’s perfect white roundness
while our next challenger is
brewing
a night air of stirrings
typhoon enough for two
a disaster,
or wine and storm-could cake on a platter
don’t let it fool you now
embrace the tension
drop rhythms in apprehension
or become the bird who cannot fly
against the angry
passion-coloured sky
I exhale
The hours slide by
I pry open,
Open
What’s caught up in the inside
And turn myself inside out
Regret, an outpouring
Of loss, of love
Could fill buckets to overflowing
Starfishes glowing
Forgotten, my shadow moans
For I left it behind
In a crowd somewhere
Trying to find its place
It wants what it cannot have
More space in time,
More time to play
Who demands love
But love itself
Exacting pressure
Asking no lesser than
Glass-bottled perfection
With a touch of mayhem
On the senses
Every lesson
I take for granted
But loves comes quickly
Ends abruptly
On the spot
Where you left it
Where you turned it upside down
lindz. sept. 2003