Returning


And returning
For a split second of learning
To the well worn treaded path
To remember all that I had,
In ways both callow and uncouth,
Assumed in a state of yearning,
To be the absolute truth.

It has played a game
While I have remained the same
With all that has grown alongside,
No longer short as it seemed;
Proving that, by how it was made
With an important sounding name,
What was missed was the shade.

From my wanton view
Things had a single hue
Of the brilliant neon lights
That split in the darkened
Evenings of champagne flutes
Toasting the shocks of the new
Dropping down like parachutes.

And revealing
Only by way of a subtle feeling
For all it was worth,
The set of keys to success.
And so I now kneel by this booth
In a sullen mood for healing
The butchered traces of my youth.

Chiusi 4 11 2009