A Human Being

In shadowlands dance I
with skulls for bells
fingerbones for toothpicks
choking life from the sinew
ambrosia from the mildew
and purpose from coincidence,
laughing as desperate hands
claw at my trouser cuffs,
raw in this dystopian illusion
where for a moment it seemed
the ether would coalesce and
somehow become…
a human being.

In moments linger I
with young abandon,
the reeking of shadows
stoking pyres of my remorse
for want of misdirection
and singular satisfaction,
scoffing as desperate souls
weigh me down with anchors,
lost in the Utopian fantasy
where for lack of ideas
the ether might coalesce and
somehow become…
a human being.

For you, my love, I try
with aches for paint and
fingerboards for canvas
slicing melodies from pain
and soft memories from rain
and purpose from my lethargy,
laughing as these trembling hands
claw at my memories
and the horror of mis-spent existence
where at times it almost seemed
the ether would coalesce and
somehow become…
a human being.

October 21, 2010
Saint Petersburg, Florida

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