Pilgrim Bitching

Another assignment. Had to lift verbages from Zagajewski's To Go To Lvov in order to write our own pieces.

 

To go to Lincoln,
for a second time
of six months.

The sallow hearth
smirks at memories
of white origins.

Soft signs, hard etched
and marketing a
vaguely familiar place.

People bade
good-bye sans
tears and intimacy.

Sailed schooners,
taught by Jesuits
Transient! Dilettante!

Cut my existence
along a dotted line
and paste elsewhere.

I manage to
keep great expectation
but foster anger.

I won’t see
you anymore-
even now I pack.