Summer Holiday

We are so homogeneous

What happened here

In a room of twenty

I can see six copies

Of the same Murakami

Two more of earlier work

The empties are of

Hendrix and tanquary

Knockoff versions from your still

We will sit and watch the latest Sundance

Until we can bear to drink again

More gregarious as the day moves on

Discussing the world

Discussing ourselves

Knowledge assimilated

And integrated to the appropriate frame

I forget that my views

are not generally accepted

Wrapped in a bubble

of acceptance

Amounting to nothing more

Than different forms of oppression

A Romantic Day

It seemed magical in a way
Lights sparking from far away
Dancing trees, soothing, sway
All that was wanting was a thing 
to take her breath away
The melody of the world indicating
just a moment away
Expectant of you
The disappointment did not delay 

Hands to hair, boundaries in tatters
Your lips bring no doubts but a doubling of urgency
Losing touch of identities, we become a mass of needs
I grab handfuls of you in places which bend
Nothing is action, only desire

Jolted to by realities of form
A leg misplaced, clothing must go
We seem so strange, undignified
For a moment illuminated by innocent eye
I shrug it off and lose myself again

Some clear morning when the dew is fresh, leaving poker dot patterns around foot prints. When you run the the top of the hill in time to see the first sparks fly over the horizon and break the dusk into day. When the light hits an ocean so calm the sea bed looks a hand's breath away. On this day you may have clarity and purpose drawn from all the worlds beauty and push the despair and doubt down into the small dark places of your mind.