Dah


Fragmented

Aimless. Agitation.
I feel, in a word:
thirsty, forlorn,
melancholic.

To be nothing
but wind bored with
Autumn’s waste:
composed or decomposed.

Inside, I curl up: fragmented,
incurable. Insatiable.
Slumped under bottom
–less moonlight. Between

beams, darkness shoots up.
Juxtaposing: black,
white. Gray:
dreams.



Today Will Be …

Feelings are dust, scattered. This
distance between intentions,
moments. Motion. Rapture.
Everything loses. Intimacy. Pleasure.
How difficult this is without you.

Earthy nights: Verses. Rituals.
Impossibility, possible: my fingers,
are tongues. Each pulse: ripened rad-
iance: in you, from you, is
no longer mine.

The middle to the edge, the end,
we stepped. Fell. Wingless birds,
of words. Unbinding: the night’s
indulgence. I surged, a storm:
you slid down, blue.

Is this anything worth wishing for?
Scent, touch. Lust: a slicing
blade. Kisses, dis-
solved. Holding on, useless:
today will be a long time ago.




Dah’s seventh poetry collection is Something Else’s Thoughts (Transcendent Zero Press) and his poems have been published by editors from the US, UK, Ireland, Canada, Spain, Singapore, Philippines, Poland, Australia, Africa, and India. He is a Pushcart Prize and Best Of The Net nominee and the lead editor of the poetry critique group, The Lounge.

Dah lives in Berkeley, California, where he is working on his eighth book of poetry.
 
 
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