Haunt Me

Think about the dark walls of your cell,
the brightness of day staining your memory,
the unethic of what we artists do
We Tear Down
the millenium is ours to ruin
No one quite knows why, and we're still not sure of how.
We have come
forth on this
day...
who, we?
Where? Here?
Why? Why not.
The world is finally together in tangent
in square evils and lofty zeroes.
My vantage point sees your empty, worthless, unseeking eyes
take in everything and throw it all away.
I would kill to appreciate your combined beauty, see all that you have to offer
and give you what I have in return...a fair exchange, lovely ones.
Yet it is wasted on us, the darling pieces of each of us,
the patchwork of lies we show off to the world knowing about the utter selfishness that prevents any love
for anyone other than ourselves to become apparant...
Stupid, moody, selfish!
....
Who am I describing,
me, or us, or everybody else?
I am determined to love you.
What a lovely gathering of you, though,
collectively a scratch
on a solemn 45 record
I wish you knew
how lovely you were
how many times you've left me awed
with half-felt smiles, inquiring looks, bored expressions,
idle comments and lithe manners.
You frighten my every small sense
and yet I love you all the same.
Tchaikovsky fades in my head
when the world exhales
when air is all honeysuckles and grass
when sight is more than Kandinsky
and clothes are torn, and sly,
when ice on the pavement is opaque glass
when you begin to heed me and look on yourself
as a piece of a lovely place.
Crawl out.
A sun shines on a place I can see
only when you smile at me.

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