c h i l l e d j u n c t i o n s

now, as dawn delete some stars and

the closest one edge up into the eastern horizon,

my soul slip out of oblivion

taking some thoughts hopefully

remembered in another

zone

east of elsewhere

facing the sun, squinting some

scenes toasting crunchier parts

of roles played and died for

but never taken holier

than before.

here, at the crossroad having

half-a-chance of being the ghost,

i seek direction but only find

south of somewhere

blurring

north of nowhere

rekindling embers left

haphazardly by some

lover caught in the act

while the rest of reality

loosely sink down

the last desire for life and desire

itself

at the threshold of your sea

lifting off

some memory like before,

locked in an embrace as the

night grip

upon sanity and break

as a moon loom

a night's stand, and another,

yet another...

and still be left

empty.