Romancing Neruda

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Among poets I sat
Sipping some cheap Chilean wine
Eating words, and smoking clove and mint

Between the laughter and fog
I saw Neruda woo his women
“Such a canny man,” I remember thinking

Shower of rhetorics and they melted at his feet
The night as blanket they followed him
And sweet rhetoric pleasured their blossom

With the sun came invisibility
Their wet mascara ran to break his heart
“I loved you for this night, darlin’
“Don’t kiss me goodbye
“I will love you again last night”
A hungry kiss and the fog cleared

Where’s the Chilean?
I need a refill

(I love Neruda. All out of my head.)

Will You?

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Will you take me to the highlands?
To see the nomads and their cattle?
Will you take me to a brook?
To sit and sing by?
Will you take me out in the desert night?
To look at the stars and marvel at its vastness?
Will you take me to a newly wed bride?
To hold her hands and kiss her cheeks?
Will you take me to a new mother?
To watch her baby sleep at her bosom?

Clothes of Memories

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How does one unsing songs
the notes of which
touched in places orgasmic
uncompose poems written in trance

How does one undo romances
that haunt with an ache
unlove love which was felt
in a moment of spontaneity

Now, how do I wash a kiss
of fire that rained
till it rode away in a taxi
at five in the morning

Even clothes wear memories,
burn them or wear them

Broken Time III

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III

I composed a poem,
he drew a picture
artists as we were
the pencil markings are fading,
time bears my words in its bounded hands.

Profound sadness I feel
for the broken pieces of time
the clock is bleeding within
ever in silence and obedience
lure me on, to where God hides in shame.

Broken Time II

II

‘Good bye,’ the night whispered
‘Can you stay a little longer?’
the wind dusted night’s lies in all direction
so Aurora turned away in tears.

Time strolled on the line of red
loyalty went blue
the love of green sprang up in the street
where deceivers danced on God’s broken heart

Broken Time I

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Thought I saw the moon tonight
hiding behind the cloud of deception
in time to lose tomorrow’s memories
disrobe the layers of time, second to minute to hour.

Hypocrisy ran a smile
time melted back to seconds
yes, God shrouded the smile
that hypocrisy cast into space.