Here

 

Sighing for reasons unknown

Lost a game of luck

            ‘warm as yellow’ she says through sultry lips of gold.

Encapsulated elation

            I feel

            I ache

            I sob

I secure myself here for physical hibernation

            of some sort.

A cut above my right eye

            throbbing lights and glistening orbs

            float right through my face

            back towards the Sun.

 

Strumming blasts-maybe not at all

not even a bit unhappy-simply here.

Not a yesterday to remind

Or a tomorrow to aspire-

            Just Now.

 

24 April 2004