DOUBT…a wandering idea
rain, the unbroken memory,
falls
on us and night is here
all day time has become
thought
diluted slowly in wine
with dreams
of somewhere, anywhere
doubt the eloquent disturber
splashed on the walls of
the mind
with broken histories
a catacomb heart,
its four walls built
around habits of confusion
unresolved tears
falling with misunderstood
anger
instigating some defiant
hope
eyes close in the pitter
pattering storm
that loves roof tops,
seas, and mountains
all lost in grey cups of
clouds
a long conversation begins
and ends
longing for exits and
breath
in this geography of doubt
on these paths to falling rain…
TO STEPHEN
(for
stephen spender-poet)
last
entry today
detached
touch remembered,
your
words kiss my strange future
which
i decode
scattered
verse on a burnt page
echo
wisdom,
echo
your lived story
worlds
within worlds
war
within memories of wars
half-prayers
picked up among lost flowers
holiday
verse read
under
Berlin summers
sun
burnt poet-friend
against
black storming Fascism
I-camera
of nothingness
and
in this today,
I
too sit on a Berlin bench
eighty
years ahead caught by your pylon words
all
afternoon i wondered
when
you looked down at your paths
did
Goethe’s dirt pacify your unborn poetry?
did
you prepare some mist-riddled tomorrow…I read now?
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