parallel worlds of unparallel souls
crossings of ideals in highways of antecedents…
over coffee and the sunday paper
mediocrity stares me in the eye,
of rising gasoline prizes, and tumultuous
political concessions,
of victorious defeats and expensive
pseudo triumphs,
of life, of love, of morality.
and just when it becomes so intolerable,
just when it touches that
sensitive part in my stomach
that makes strong muscles out of
butterflies’ fluttering wings
you come into my consciousness.
you, who have dominated my unconscious,
where every turn would be by your prodding
only that I did not know
or that I refused to know
for reasons only reasons could explain.
there are no reasons in the end.
no comprehension to follow.
all I am aware now is that
you are beyond my reach
at arm’s length, but beyond me,
beyond every hope I had.
or will ever have.
wake me up now.
leave my consciousness alone.
leave my unconsciousness.
you are my world.
you are not in my world.
our paths will never cross although
it will always, always be in line.
parallel and will never meet,
continuously, dangerously close,
but friction-free from emotions.
when coffee and a pack of cigarettes
made all the difference,
when the early morning wind
blowing your hair marks anticipations
of goodbye,
when silence on the way home
made up for all my unspoken intentions,
i cry and smile and laugh from within,
knowing we had coffee,
and a pack of cigarettes.
today, after coffee and the sunday paper,
mediocrity stares me in the eye,
of love lost and love regained,
of deep seated anguish and
superficial awakenings,
of times when kite flying is a bliss,
and fishing is counted by the bottles
of beer consumed.
when I look back and ahead, I know this is,
parallel worlds of unparallel souls
crossings of ideals in highways of antecedents…
