SALVATION
He stands
beside the window
and stares at
a feathery cloud
in the shape
of a beautiful woman,
the wind’s
sighs
become warm
breaths upon his neck.
He bleeds
through the glass
like a
forlorn ghost
and drifts upward
for companionship,
glancing
downward, noticing
the neighbors’
yards are empty,
drenched in
abundant sunshine,
like him, at
this moment,
radiant and satisfied.
He soars, her
vaporous arms await,
there is
little he can do.
He has
traversed into a fantasy
that
extracted him
from a deep melancholy,
salvation without
warning,
a mechanism
triggered
to curtail another
bout
with irrepressible
despair.
LATE NIGHT DILEMMAS
He stared
into the shattered hand mirror,
the one that
was whole
within its plastic
frame
before it hit
the tile
upon the bathroom
floor,
introducing
him to the multitude
of fragmented
idiosyncrasies
that made up
his persona,
each
exhibiting expressions
of varied
thoughts and fears,
gawking as if
he possessed
the power to
squelch
their rabid
necessity for attention.
Overwhelmed,
he extinguished the light
and departed
the wash room
to obscure
their many
imploring
faces,
cloaking
their eyes with darkness
so they might
not perceive
his disinterest,
their
shadowed shapes fading,
intense gazes
diminishing
as he floated
trance-like
toward the
bedroom
through the
darkened evening mesh
as leaves
tend to do
upon a windy summer
dusk,
onto the
mattress into deep slumber,
problems
unsolved
until reflection
in morning light.
IMMORTALITY
Whatever the
great seers predicted
or the
philosophers decreed,
he took no
heed
of the signs
advancing age
slowly revealed.
He worked diligently
through the
summer doldrums
and winter
carnage
while a clandestine
wind
hovered amid
the trees,
blowing
lifeless remnants
through the streets,
remnants that
irritated his senses
and instigated
his own
eventual disintegration,
though he
hardly noticed
for youth,
hope,
and a magnanimous
dose of vanity,
conveniently camouflaged
the design.
Long summers
of leisure
and lakeside
frolic were his,
trophy gifts,
intense affairs,
and monetary
stability
provoked an
ignorance of the inevitable
even as
living between the gravestones,
real as they
appeared,
rendered him
no closer to the end
than it did
to his beginning.
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