A RAINY NIGHT; REEVALUATED

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JOURNAL #27

we went from
a swirling sweet scare
to a churning eddy of
manufactured preoccupation
regret too had her reign
in each our orchards of frail
uncertainty
laughing uncontrollably
at her own comical reflection
in this life's latest little window
to fall so high
tripping over destiny's grading curve
scraping by with a 'C' in insight
across the scattered stars
so completely unenlightened
in a time of such supposed enlightenment
Orion it seems stepped out tonight
for a smoke
and damn
just when I needed the aid of his arrow
most
the vengeful moonlight
waving its luminous light
like a warrior's sword
slashed across my translucent skin
feeling not so romantic now
the chilled night
my long trusted confidant
my closet
my favorite old shirt
a symphony of inappropriate
music
a back drop for this night's
confusing finale
then again the dizzying change
to another pulsing crescendo
magic is a drizzling dark spin
accompanying the to and fro
pitch of my constantly shifting
thoughts
and then almost self triumphantly
I began to sing so beautifully
off key
blushing in contradicting shades of
over joy
pivotal moments such as these
make paper machete dolls
out of creative ponder
opening
grand canal after grand glorious
canal
where before imprisoned sewer like
thoughts pooled
schizophrenics would bay and snicker
at my obvious state of key stone cop
hysteria
it's really not over
it never was
the only jeopardy
was that of the mind's own mythic worry
perish the negative assumption
of ever living beyond
what the crack heads call
the florescent rush dive
to heaven's brightest giddy hell
an internal sneering smirk wiped away
with but one watery sappy love sick smile
from you
depression stood down
as from your tear soaked and kiss strewn
door step
I floated happily away
back to my sanctuary
the night's warm envelopment among
gates
garbage bins
street signs
and sidewalks
most tenderly
alas
reevaluated
and wanting for nothing
but the promise from those
fiery sweet lips of yours
for another tomorrow
with you still so engaged
by this thorn plucked
lioness
labeled
an ecstatic me......
July 27, 2002 8pm)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

the strange self stabbing of mistaken perception.

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