The street lamp validated it. I’m single, sui generis, without partner, lost entirely in self. East, up the street, no shadow cast. Turning this way and that a black specter, once sewn to my heel, deserted me. Under the lamp, a diminutive, hollower man stood alone.
Partnered all these years, and suddenly it goes AWOL, Not so much as a note left behind on the kitchen table. Took off on a vacation to Tahiti with Gauguin, I suppose, Hopped aboard a freighter and left behind a husk To be blown by the next wind into a county full of darkness casting no shadows.
Evanescent waif without ground anchor, Without a marching companion to match step-for-step. No gargantuan, liquid black man to partner on vacant ambulations. Only a straw man left in his Earth shoes slinking to nowhere in desperate search.
Greater problems to be borne at the feet of bifurcated beings Afloat on a sea of Lethe, a half-man wind whistles through wispy, endless story, of a shadow fleeing.
This life has snubbed the bloom like a thick brown sac thrown on the sod. An octogenarian tries to slice the hope indulgingly to achieve immortality! Was it a virile snarl? A rose bud wrenched open in a fatherless home.
I give you a shoulder to cry on, endless night talks, lamentations & worries, I have made your problems my burden, support both emotionally & physically, These four walls have seen it all, love, worry, regret & the thief of
At a liquid time flowing between two visions, Before we imprisoned our breaths inside cages of a calendar, Before bird feathers fell down into inkwells, Before we covered our dead with an elegy and a confusion written on papyrus leaves
Each one of us has a story And one that should be shared Not one that’s strict and rigid Nor overly prepared But one that comes straight from the heart The journey you’ve been taking Of things you’ve done, the