Travelled Again

This is from an early collection of works, 1989-1999. This poem is from the first book of 3, entitled "Conception"

Travelled again -

 

half-awake in my head

my hand is sleeping and

a gargly-voiced man

sings a three-string two-time jive

outside the dirty window of my

yellow-walled hotel.

 

Landing again in a town I no longer know.

Perhaps it will grow on me.

 

My hair, bleached white

begins to fall

(fortunately I no longer

wear strickly black).

 

Blue, these veins

along my arm

mystical and Opium Charmed

to meet my sweet

complete under my skin

within

without you.

 

I reach out to touch you

in my waking dream

but instead I feel a

 

d e f i n i t e

s l o w i n g

d o w n

 

and

 

a swing-ed

 

stop.

 

Now in a drunken sailor sway

nodding heavy

off and on

I open my eyes

to see The Question.

 

Naturally being

Unanswerable.

 

I close my eyes again

to see you lean

on the frame of my reference.

 

You always left the door ajar.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Wildfleour]

I love the last 4 lines...terrific!