Disengagement in Athens

I see beyond
the funny clothes, the wizard hat
or perhaps I do not view
deep enough

your debt, your outrage
disturb all thought

I want you
solvent; I want you out.

more or less by happenstance

we are parachuted
onto the same carousel
more or less by happenstance

never grasping the ride
only clutching for a treasured life


One
that promises no free
fall as long as we hold on
with delicate might

unborn

and every utterance a poem
touching lips of the unborn

hope as rumour

it grows
in hushed corridors,
the speculative unspoken:

if it should come to pass
in a wild card circumstance
the elegance of happenstance.

should you subject me
to an inquisition, I will likely say

I want to live another day.

Waiting for July 31, 2015

Are you waiting
for the next blue moon, the one
that will cut
quick your hubris and elevator ride,
the one that will change
your dates forever?

Are you the uninvited
guest, the one who lingers
after the last waltz,
the one who sees
white nights as wanting hosts

and longs for the confession
that may release
you from this once in a
lifetime loss of chaos?