Genus

27 November 2008


15.
on the train home
genus 


the jet stream
james bond
isolated visions of utopia
wall to wall love goddesses
that sing light like the sun.
and simple
and leaves that melt with
    the sorrow of our dream
the lost everlasting thought
that never came


the lights – yes
    oh the light
you once held so tight
the lips.
That burn
The captive the
    Day your muscle
Bends further


The nice
Set of 
    Those things.
You long to hold.


The jet 
The wind
The triumph of masquarade 
Of what will be
But didn’t


The time you stopped
That is genus.


END