The Moment You Know You're...

Where am I? Can
You tell me?
Your dilapidated voices
Aren’t telling me a
Thing…
Hello!!!
I can’t lift my
Eyelids to look
At you…
Annemarie!?
Darling, I hear your voice,
A lachrymal spear,
Hurtling towards me and
Now… away. Never in
My life
Have I heard you so
Sorrowed.

What is this great
Pressure now? Some
Tenebrous
Compressor making
The darkness even
Darker…


I’ve heard that in
Complete
Silence,
You can hear your
Brain
Throbbing. Well,
They must be
Wrong. I can’t
Hear a thing.

Elevation,
Release?
Truth?
I CAN SEE!!!
The Sandman must’ve been
Working doubletime… my eyes
Felt like pearls in sealed
Clay shells.

Ah, but that’s of
No concern now,
I can hear the
Band. Keep on
With that
Sweet Zydeco,
Somehow more
Heavenly than
I remember…
I’ll just traipse-dance
My way down
Bourbon Street…

But then it
Stopped me,
I remember it
So clearly.
A glimpse into a puddle…
Such a bustle in the reflection,
Had I been so distracted
Not to notice?
The Zydeco’s tongue fell limp,
And Bourbon Street was
Cavernous and shivering.

I’m dea…

†
1945- 1970