love ~ the gold light above
the bridge where i sat
and watched the sun
slip down the dome of the sky
love ~ the tree i sat under
and felt those lies pour out of me
i want those clouds
i want that twilight to be my nightfall
every night of the week
and the ocean to salt my nose
when the wind's just right
the lip of that wet world kissing the
sand rocks and port's mouth
oh i miss you, love,
with your ivied brick and electricity running
through tunnels piss-soaked stairwells
street venders homeless men with pets
buskers brusque crowds and close-buttoned
the college kids out getting wicked
drunk the heavy wet ocean snow
the lines of electricity strung down
the center of the streets
for trolley cars
oh i miss you, love
with no parking and insanity for traffic
let me come home to your
wake me up with strong coffee and
bolt for the train and
how much can i get done in transit
the old bones in kings crossing under
hand carved winged skulls and hourglasses
where i'd spend my nights sleeping instead of next to him
and those old bones whispering to me about
tourist visitors and how yes just how america has changed
since they were buried there
oh i miss you love
will you take me back into your
expensive and good luck for me
i'm not so frightened now
i've let go of that coat of
shiver and shrink
and too shy
and i've learned how to
heal those old bruises
and better
to not get the new ones
at least not in those
same old ways
i want to watch those
thin smart one with flaxen faces
thoughts flying about them
weaving new everything out of the air
and their own bravado'd intelligence
i want to sip my coffee and
shop at my old favorite knit store
and have cheap good shellfish
and watch the sox from the cheap seats
again
oh love ~ this poem has become epic, i know
i should edit it but instead
i will leave it here sloppy
like the wet kisses of the teenage girl
you make me feel like
when i visit you
and never
want
to come back
to where
my stuff is
again
