Morrowing, Still

I feel tonight like my mother probably felt
In her own sleepless hours
With nothing to chew on but time –
The heart beating endlessly in the void.
We night owls stick together, even beyond
Death’s veils, giving birth to each other,
Touching through time,
Where the great mysteries unsolved fly.
And I can hear my mother chewing ennui
To the bone in the late kitchens of doubt,
Where sleep is a lost ideal
And the world has forgotten itself.
Tonight, I am chewing entropy to the quick:
Sunflower seed symphony,
Ginger cookie overdose,
And satiety snaps her fingers
As I do the witching hour waltz
With the sneering wolf at the door.

Bright deserts asleep
Cry for truth but drown in lies
Where they might drown in beauty (but those stars died).
The empty-hearted wait at the tyrant-light…
Is this really my life?
The aging eye wanders into dark seas of pride –
The young man lingers in a scherzo of autonomic
Certitude & shared horrors dine
Where the menu is as unlikely a collage as
The millionth monkey’s newest lines!

The bowsprits ache for new swells,
Then curse them, habituated by seamen
Of fantastic frills and abandon,
Who gave their wings to the sea.
Where bright deviance strives
In the brutal heart of night
To re-trace love, but one returns
To the primal urge that conceived our life.

The bougainvillea have died, along with right sense,
Joined in the graveyard of ancient symphonies
With heroes spun in spectral magic,
But this bright deviance bids
Sere galactors call the song,
As the noble crotch of earth
Flash-freezes promised love.