The Subway Cities
Your crown of thorns aloft my heart
Squeeze, tease and leech my love, gone of love
Bled in wars of childhood’s distant thunder
The rusting tin solders dissolve and fade
In autumn rain, the blood of summer
Like broken toys, love’s remnants drift away…
no ochre, no scenes, no crimson soiled cannoneers
no moods, no noon, no echoes of love will soon resound
In once rented, now owned, the chill and bitter winter rooms
The graffiti of dull lies etched across our loving lovers one face
Ensconced the groaning blighted concrete prairie of the City
And all love is the last love when you arrived
The sweet summer days all swept away
In some designer’s winter grey – the surging tides of your eyes
no sweat, no moans, no lust, where all’s a carnival of lust
no symphonies, no urges, no clarion calls of lovers undressed
It’s a treacherous, lonely trek, weary in the stealth of lies of self
Down that tortured lovers walk, I walk, glyphs to my many selves
Unqueued linear waves of decryption, boundless is the blood black night
It’s the skulking lurid annum of dread desires that freight my being
Whose dark and roiling cargo I must not own, the cruel words of love
You said, I said I’d own, the unending whispered words of a returning lover
no stone, no city, no carapace of fallen castles
no victory, no siege, no cringing black limousines
My soul, a thin rope I hold around my frantic twisting neck
To see the joyless leap, the cruel and freezing timeless descent
The sudden shock, the knot so tight
As constellations slowly twist and generate
A fraudulent midnight – that dreamy Chernobyl of your eyes
no muse, no crosses, no lust for murder
no chaos, no order, no total of zero in life’s empty sums
As my soul slices thru tendon and bone, bloody as the newborn
Taunt as a tsunami rushing towards twinkling neon far east shores
The remnants we dreamt, burnt out driftwood of western shores
The ghosts of smoke, your soul, ashes interned – the urn of your eyes
But what’s let go means how much of me do I still own?
Or really need to know, is me, or you, or two…?
Do you need to know…? Do you really want to know?
The true math of our attraction, add up our dissonance…?
Loves hard chalk shrieking across the blackboard of our bitter angst…
The numbers, even in astrology, never added up…
no mitered bishops, no dead princes, no plucked roses to deliver
no blind horses, no ruses, no stones to turn over in the forecast storms
I slip torqued by fate twisted in loves awe
Bludgeoned by self-inflicted lust of your unknowns
Old flames tempt as Aztec gold, enslave and slaughter memory
The dark bloody marbled mist of unending dawn
Entrap and laugh and please me
In all their fake ruined temples – I am sacrificed
no glimmers, no moons, no tears
no gods, no fates, no tease of love’s trap doors
Not so lost as unknown to forces of
Unspoiled mysteries of that vogue, you are, I roamed
no harness, no cape, no brimmed chalet
no roofs, no caves, no wonderment
no old feelings to embrace, stroking your cold armament
no autonomy, no grey conformity, no elevated trains to chase
no blood, no warmth, no hope
no silence as your chill reef of bones wash over me
no truth, no lies, no moon to loom the night of its cover
no rising tides, no rapprochement, no boats to tempt your distant shores
In autumn’s muddy streams, the fallen shredded leaves
Filling the rampant subway tunnels, is the bitter end of all our summers
no love, no light, no shadows to escape loves doomed twilight
no tickets, no turnstiles, no bitter embrace of our fates
And so, I lied, and finally leapt and flowed
Down the rimed station stairs, slipped along
Your flowing stained dark lace
I lost the chase of you in this and other underground cities,
Where hearts lie in stealth and palpitate, the Stations of your Cross:
Penn, Charing Cross, Gare de Lyon, Roma Termini, Ostbahnhof, Puerta del Sol
Your trains always departed in a shrill and freezing shower of sparks…
That ignites all the glowing and doomed subway cities:
New York, London, Paris, Rome, Munich and Madrid…
Where all lost loves pirouette in that maddening tunnel vision
The final riddle of doomed hope, never to touch each other again
The endless temptation, the infinite parallel of subway tracks
Bravo! Amazing work!!