Filed under: Cuba, Travel, Uncategorized | Tags: havana, lost, love, moon, night, sea
Why am I choked as I
Look up at you
Smiling down on your
Malecon, Drawing the waves close to lovers
making the sea spray
Them with foam
While I sit high up
And far away, over
Havana but not of
Or in her, suspended
Beyond blotchy balcony
And spotless faded sheets
Hanging over windows
Crisscrossed with tape
From the last hurricane.
Need a Cuba Libre, extra
Rum and maybe even Santiago,
To fill this gaping aching hole
Between my ribs that
No sunsetted dome or
Timba drum can fill.
No, give me a bottle of Rum-
Do I miss him or that
Time when I felt
Good about my looks with his on me?
Filed under: eating, happiness, healing, health, hope, pain, shame, sleep | Tags: afternoon, cruel, happy, night, shame, sleep, sxplore, tasks
Firm and awake is how I feel,
Now that day is done
And night is
Come to stop
The whirr of consciousness.
Today was easy,
There was no drag,
Low air resistance and I
Soared high, even
At my desk, sat on foam.
After lunch came cruel gut,
Prompting truancy, again
the shame of crunch and swallow-
But it passed and day dawned anew
With afternoon and bloodstream teeming-
Tasks were done and now,
I’m happy to explore the night and trip on sleep, by chance,
Busy looking for a dream.
