Tragedy Took Irony

Tragedy took irony

out

back

   and beat the shit

   out of him

forever.

Everyone

      else

      in the bar

decided it was time

to go home, and

try to love

something.

This happened now

and now

and

now.

And the pool

table and the skee ball

ramps, and the dart board

said

amen

to the emptiness.

Crossing

And the teenage

poet

spitting

from the podium

in the basement

   of our awareness

   said, wait.

Wait.

Or maybe

it was a twentysomething

poet reciting from a lectern

in a Boston University

    auditorium

to an audience of post-

believers in objective

reality. Wait.

Wait.

Alright, the truth

   is,

I was waiting on the

inbound platform for an F

train at 7th Avenue

in demythologized Brooklyn,

when I saw a lithe

old man slip down

onto the tracks and

whiten the dark

tunnel toward Manhattan

with his body electric

and his beard

and his

silent

mind, full of impossibilities.

Rehearsing

Rehearsing

       another

       goodbye

in the absent

twilight,

    I’ve

    spent

    my tears

looking at darkness.

In the absent twilight

      of

      my

  windowless

  room,

      looking

      at

darkness

       in the mirror

of you.

Of my windowless

    room

  nobody

  dreams. In the mirror

of you

I’m beginning

to see.

Nobody dreams

halfway to love.

I’m beginning to see

how strong we

are. Halfway to

love, I’ve spent my tears.

How strong

   we are,

relinquishing

 another

 goodbye.

The Sunset Was Complicated

The sunset was complicated

by clouds

for

   an hour

   of vermillion

orange

pink.

We sat near the edge

of what are you thinking?

but

  never

        asked.

Physically, I was tired

from our spiritual trek

through the exquisite

forest

of

seeing.

Everything between us

is

quietly

a burning.

And no more complicated

than a beautiful

evening.

The Smarter People

The smarter people

were up to

something. We

couldn’t

tell

  what

  until

one of us became

smarter. But whenever

that happened, like when

Delia or Joe or Sandy

became smarter, in the

summer of the Ring,

in the fall of the Murk,

in the winter of Chardonnay,

respectively, they

left

     us cold

     and uninformed,

to become exclusively

smart.

Something about details,

the scientific method, and

the laughability of concern,

Joe mentioned

before

vanishing.

I was writing a story

in the dirt with a stick

and he was watching with

waning interest, I could tell,

said

Sandy, who was still

one of us, then. I kind

of

miss

   her.

Uncomplicated

Uncomplicated

    meat

I eat,

until I’m ready for

the core (bitter

beyond

season)

  of reason—

unnatural as treason.

I reel inside the roar;

wait,

and then

   some

       more,

I eat the core

   of reason.

I Might Need More

I might need more

than this page

to say, ego.

   Initially.

   Then

something

will

happen

to assuage the great one

into a small charming

      ear.

I don’t know why

death happens so

      early

      to

the rescue,

  but I am glad

  and ready on

the shore

of

  no more

  me.

We Waited for It

We waited for it.

Didn’t

we?

    You and I,

      struggling.

Didn’t we

deserve an eventually,

      struggling

to be here?

Deserve an eventually

whether you try

to be

   here

   or

   not.

Whether we try, you and I,

  to love (this knot)

we certainly

waited

for it.

Damaged People

Damaged people

look at

the

stars

differently

because

they

know

perfection more intimately.

There’s this other Wong Kar-wai

movie

that’s

not

a Wong Kar-wai

movie, and

this

other

one that

is.

I was

thinking

maybe we should watch

the danger to our shared

soul perform nightly

its

one

act

until

we

are

safely

inexperienced.

He Picked Up His Pen

He picked up his pen

from the floor,

opened his

notebook

to the first

blank

page, and

started writing.

When his Smartphone

buzzed                he turned

it off. When the creature

who hated freedom

more than the god

who

conferred

it,           heard

what was happening,

he opened

the easy

door

inside

the man’s

mind, and

screamed.