February 30th
2011
Lacuna Day, time to improvise
I met familiarly childish friends
Tomorrow starts my compromise
another try just to see how it ends
Wait until he leaves my bed,
but hes too hard to awake
intermingling dreams with what I said
into oblivion we break
I give him a shelter once more
smoke anthems and then sting
for painted placards, decorate my floor
and its to next week that I cling
When Ill manifest my mature dream
finish this paper and travel
sign this sheet with esteem
and this nest of hints will unravel
My life somehow, it multiplies
I can not for a minute sit still
I must count eyes in disguise
or admire my unclimbed hill
But recently forged the first link
I reached my hand out for praise
and what I got was recognition and a horn of ink
and how he looked at the dust I raise!
Like a Celtic woodnymph,
or a Germanic witch,
that burns the swollen lymph
just to scratch the Slavic itch.
But now hex me back to linear time
or my oesophague limbs soon break
Hyoscyamus and Cannab was my crime
breathalyze my integrity at stake.
I must stay away from wormholes,
and let time and space exist.
Fold myself to transcend these goals
—but on my helmet I insist!
