Valentines - 2011

Valentines - 2011

Hey Valentine I wish I could write you a love poem

A slipstream of similes to slide this reality away from me

Across these oceans of want washing ashore each hint of a haunt

Of what was and may never be, of what smiles in a soliloquy

Spoken out there in a narrative of vagabond conversations

Hitchhiking in my head to traverse a road less traveled by

Stranded like a biker without a chain of events to spin the tires

That has led him to this moment like a fractured glass head light

Dimmed up and sparkling in shards surfing on the moon light

Of this two am high way asphalt in black heart vaults

For a drug store product placement display to buy shaped up boxes

Of chocolate I will never consume for a day, for a mare

Riding the night with a charcoal mane and briquette hoofs

Sparking the ground in an orange flint glow that death was riding in

To save me from this slew of events trampled under all the compliments

Rarely uttered, the rat tails slurped up under door frames

Like spaghetti strands of old refrains, devoured meals of rodent entrails

And tomato paste vomit up the commercial demands of this space

To feed you, to flower you, to help your soul breathe, pirouette

Black swan on a spindle up on stage in a kindle of the fire

Spun up nauseous at the cross stitch of this tapestry shredded up in these streets

Of this night lost here and never finding the time or the words to speak

Unknown meeting, unknown names just strangers on a highway flirting with a game

Of chicken and love’s death in a dreamscape with fallen compassion of my dream date

I wish I could get excited and call you out in a pyre to see you dance so graceful

And patient and furious and determined to meet this vagabond road side man

Out of your dreams and I have salvation in the cold blank lonely, the shrill state homely

Buying internet curtains and trinkets and playing my own servant

For a night escapade of love in a tumble of tame, maybe we will find the who

We pretend could have been you and we compromise and satirize the differences

And never really know the difference, because a ghost is a ghost for all of the almost

We never did say how lovely it is to wish you a merry valentines day