The Palais

{poems}

10.30.2013

Now Going Only



You can find me at the right time before your arrival.
My time is running out
listening to find out where you are.

I was not afraid of the doubt, I found a way.
And I changed on that lucky night
oh baby, you were missing before, that was sufficient.

(Baby, you are missing.)
(Oh baby, you were missing before my time.)
I don’t have a place to head to. I don’t have some other

place on deck, no longer afraid that
I can’t find my way. It changed the lonely nights, and missing hours
listening for you before my time.

9.29.2013

Postlude (Days of Being Wild)



Eventually it's just you
not really trying to decide.

Partitions of rain shroud the
heavy summer days

making them subdued, as if there's more
night outside rather than less.

Every time I do this
it's vague, trying to pilot the action

walking in the back streets
under cover of darkness

but that's not so terrible
if we've been programmed that way

forgetting we’ve taken each other’s
souls, the other side, projected from our eyes.

Maybe a bit of time goes by, you wouldn’t
know yet what I’m talking about.

You wouldn't have to wonder.
It wouldn't mean that much.