without me

I made a promise to myself - To become famous:
Not for money, but for Art….

The wanting has grown long sinuous roots and become Ancient;
a deep tree from which Words Cascade – brief and delicate.
Springblossoms breathlessly summon parables,
Settling as dust does on one’s skin; unfolding
an Unforgettable gaze of beautiful eyes.

I will not let you go.

You promised me the art of the possible
I gave you desires enough to fill the Universe.

Intimacy?
An engrossing challenge for a world in which it now
Plays to virtual galleries -
A meditative climax: No more than the trading of stenches
Kinships crafted by a shared toothbrush…

You approach heartbreak with a precision tool
And inseparably utter the cascading syntax
Of an emotional truth: You cannot love me.

It is an absurd discourse of alienation,
which collapses between squeezed embraces of relative strangers-
On what are relative matters of love and
Endurance!

Full blooded, full-bodied and lascivious with Rage,
Step with me into the twilight of kisses, where conjugating
A mental breakdown, we may taste each other’s authenticity
- Just one more time.

I am not afraid of death, not afraid of that fractured blue hour of Being;
Incarcerated at birth, I was caught by Life and dangled: a

Cameo fiction between image and idea
- A feast for photographers of moral disaster.
We all carry with us portable kisses, sunk to the bottom of haphazard intentions;

Unclothed, even God would want the Emperor’s new clothes…

What are you looking for?
Me?

I was re-issued on double-cassette and got sifted out with the rest
Of life’s technological redundancies –
I have given up Staying Alive just as
Others have given up cigarettes.

You’re laughable with your misdemeanours and
European imagination.
I prefer death from poverty.

I have no voice remotely connected to the human heart.
What’s done is done in life’s book of love.

Marauding, unearthing – ours is a dying language
Yet, I will eat your sins
Were you to promise: “To never live Without Me?”