re: new pomes

right, so these are fresh new pomes, wrote tonight and here for your literary pleasure........

It’s two thirty

And I’m avoiding

My most recent love affair

Where I left a beautiful guitar

And clothes

And poems

And a tiny bit

Of my heart

And a shadow of my soul

That she trapped in a box

Of mirrors

To look at and laugh at

When the world

Turns her away

But I won’t go

Down that easy

I’ll fight it

I’ll rise up

From the ash

And the powder

And gin

And scream at the sky

I loved you

At the same time

You loved

Me

And then we smashed it all

Against

That concrete building

In Vancouver

and while we had

hot sex

in the window

I knew it was all

Coming to an end

And with each push

With each thrust

I had no expectations

Of eternity

Of glory

Of certainty

No, I just wanted

That last push

And a kiss

And a warm bed

One more night.

At 2:43 a.m.

I’m caught

I’m seized

By panic

Like a beast

Trapped in a net

As the sun rises

Over the forest

The fog rising

The mist settling

Over the long green

Blades

Of grass

Gathering in buds

Of flowers

Waiting to bloom at dawn

I am a coyote

In the mountains

Waiting to howl

Waiting to hunt

Waiting to kill

And then I hear a train

The pounding it makes

Against the rails

And

That’s when I remember

I am a man

A human

And

Not a beast

And that I have court in the morning

And a lawyer to meet

And a statement to write

And a soul to defend

But I realize

I have the days confused

And I have another

Twenty four hours

To redeem myself

To save myself

From the drama

Of the woman

And the man.

A higher form:

I keep defending myself

In bordellos

In whorehouses

In garages

In university classes

In the mouth

Of love

And desire

That I am a strong man

And a

Weak man

But what it all comes

Down to

Is those final hours

At the end

Of the night

After eight hours

Of drink

And smoke

And song

And promises

That I will always

Be there

And

We love

We bond

We strike together

And

Connect

Before the hangover

Before the vomit

And

That long endless slow crawl

To the toilet

And the kitchen sink for a glass

Of water

And that final kiss

To end the night

And walking towards the car

Before the sun rises

And we all

Become mortal

Again.

I lie to her:

Again

And again

Telling her

That I don’t love

Her

And we drink

And we smoke

And we have sex

As we travel down

A road

That is infinitely wide

And without direction

Towards a destiny

Towards

A fate

That I know will

Ultimately end

As quickly

As it started

And while it lasts

I will get

Every pound of flesh

That I possibly can

Off of her

And love her tightly

In the bed

In the shower

In a chair

In a hotel on Granville street

Before it all

Falls apart

And I will be

The one leaving

With an aching heart

One more time