Spit of pessimism
Like an oily ship
There on the carpet
Like a strange serpent
On an attic plate
I almost laugh
I\'ve been holding it together
But inside
I\'m falling apart
Everyday I return here
Like chiffon in a snare
With my Ode to Fervent Sodomy
With memories of blue mountains
With my yes-sir deportment
I\'m tempered by lies
Clad in half-lit, acid orange
Dreaming of your love poems
Your hedonism, your doldrums
In a fashionable world
I wander and ruminate
I get horny and procrastinate
When I\'m selfish, I say sorry
When the cold comes in
I hate you like punctuation
How I take the blame
Watching the twilight silhouette
Of the Parisian roofline
Waiting idly like a nervous sea
I pick the worms off the loveletters
Sullied by a mawkish December
When I close my eyes, I\'m yours
When the sun rises, I return here
To the creek
To the heather
To evergreen rhododendrons
To miry dancers
To the places we grew up
To the music we loved
Ringing like bluebells
A room full of Douglas fir
Or a fist inside me.