I walk a thousand subway steps
to reach for the exit
The sun warms my face
like a million deserts
The canyons of Manhattan
fade in and out.
though I see many persons
Not one is human enough to say hello
As if wandering in the deserted city
Eyes gazing downward
I find solitude in the ipod
Softly the Night
The Cars become shadows of light that slip into emptiness
I watch her drift slowly in and out of dreams
The sunset beach, crimson
The forest of forgetfulness
The path of wonder and despair lost in the fog of forever
Rain attacks the windshield like tiny drummers with sounds of their stomachs
Fresh, the air becomes hallucinatory
and slowly it melts.
Melts my thoughts toward infinity
That infinite quiet orgasm,
that sweetness can never touch….
That night has left its gates open for me,
To once again explore and wander down
Its numerous paths and castles..
And to find that opening…
which will allow me a glimpse of Heaven
and hell, seems so far away….
There are always mountains before me
to climb, caress and kill,
spilling narrow passages of bitter discretion.
Ghost markings guarding the passage.
Only nobility allowed to penetrate
their wishes come true…..
No admittance, intestine buried…..
the barriers always there.
Impasse, a restriction into your dreams.
We melt, fighting the extinction, the inexistence,
the forgotten, unconsciousness.
Our adherence to perservere, is our only optimism,
reassuring the belief.
The horde surges swiftly toward the
Indifferent, uninvolved, dispassionate.
Confining our journey, our ocean crossing
leading to our hearts.