Poets
and lovers
what
did we learn
in
rooms filled with smoke
inside
this
ugly tenement of a world?
Raging
against heaven
why
do we exist
and
can
any singular purpose
be
pursued
when
all about is duality?
Trying
to rewind time
return
to Sherwood
or
the old woman
who
lived in a shoe
where
the sounds of
grunting
and moaning
could
be heard at all times
of
the day and night
as
her laces came undone
Boning our brains out
with
assumed names
under
an ashamed moon
your
eggs unprotected
and
my brain fried
(You're
catching on
to
how it works--
let's
spend some time
with
grandma Esperanza)
These
masters
these
devils
The
desperate wannabes
at
the karaoke bar
All
is self-interest
just as I told you
by the riverbank
when we were seventeen
revealing
too much
of
a universe
already
transparent
to
my eyes
giving too much away
spoiling
the game
And
yet we play on
looking at the world
through rose wine-
colored glasses
raising them high
looking at the world
through rose wine-
colored glasses
raising them high
one more time
just to honor a memory
not totally forgotten
