Archaic

Cold intelligence leaves me fried – dead
In this time of the world     multi-folliated disorders
Straighten (my) to walk     the minutia do not favor me
I have wanted to go out     to see the landscapes
           (to me)

But the exits are slippery with people
who quickly go to some side
each one with a shared past
and the right word and I so outside – I pass
with my inspirations of nocturnal stairs my
utopic inclination.

But I follow lives here
in this town catched in a narrow bow
of inclines and trebles
but the old directions
that I drew for you
are obsolete.

I have here how
to arrive at me
I wrote –
malconstructed the distance
do not take something for the way
everything could be
closed
is not a “modern” site
you arrived (starving, raving, ravishing) at midnight
I gave you warmed food
I served you – as brandy
I put them, “Barricaded mysteries”
The only jazz in the house.

We spoke over hours
of minor and major sadnesses
we ended up laughing by ourselves

to the light of a deep silver at dawn.