Poem: Homeless and Penniless

 

Homeless and Penniless

 

words.  they are Diogenes' lantern

looking for one honest ear.

they are fugitive:  grief-weakened fragments of

of a dismantled hearth

strewn across hungry days,

lost in uncertain quest.

 

one sentence could take months,

only to get thieved by a cave swallow.

twisted into a long, knotted nest

of mud-and-twig under a bypass.

 

a single word 

can be a murmurous, mellifluous sitar of touch,

a nestle of a mere moment 

to strum a lover's nape.

 

but!

--to sail on skis of contrails,

above birds-of-paradise 

which nod and kiss in the breeze,

if that might be what it takes

for a thinker to look up from a jail cell of thinks ... 

and yet no no no ...

the soul scrabbles after unchained moments,

unsullied newborn joys,

those 

instantaneous togethery-nesses.

so often they are too small to be named  

and yet so high

above the fall.

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This is another poem where I really don't know what I am talking about