Lines Fading in Nighttime Winds

Hidden under conversations of a thousand nights, nights when lights are still on at dawn I find myself thinking of you. Fingers race to keep up with thoughts as beauty shape-shifts into jagged hemmoraged verse Of fleeting fragments- interior monologues, discarded images fly on the red-eye Lyric lines, motif memories a patchwork quilt and green tea vapors disintegrate on my lips Outside, tree leaves shiver shake loose and collide with whistling phantoms. and plaster a chain-link fence like paper mache collages. We sit on the carpet, like cross-legged sages debate on modern poets and presidential candidates over cartons of chinese take out You opt for a fork because chopsticks won't hold the thin clumps of rice. Outside the window the rain beats like a drum ...tye-dye blues that threaten the bowels of night and sink behind a candle in the sky You're not here. A silhouette of your smile will have to suffice. -karma