Bottomless Fall

I’m fairly sure that when that cloud passed over the moon shrouding it in an orange glow I saw her arrive. Clothed in the latest cut revealing more than I could hope for yet projecting unshakable control I was instantly smitten. My colleague the gentleman who owned the estate mentioned that she was sent by the Gods. I agreed wholeheartedly and prayed for my good fortune. Ships have been lost on rocks because of such beauty. Smoke escaped my nostrils as I wrote sonnets in my head to recite to her in boasts of fire. The August heat intoxicating like my cocktail dark with aged liquor. I held it close to my body in my right hand as condensation cooled me slightly seeping slowly through the napkin underneath. Trees swayed in the hot breeze as animals drank quietly from a puddle south of the hedge maze. A couple talked and laughed loudly sitting on a marble bench facing the old barn. I wiped my brow clean of sweat and noted my heart was beating like I had just taken a long swim. I wandered through decisions as if lost in the wilderness. Multicolored birds of deep night sang lonely songs soaring through the humid air in search of common feather. Insects rubbed their wings together filling in the empty space in the birds song like jazz piano. I can’t betray what I have not yet sworn to protect with my life. At the very least, I must engage in customary platitiudes. What shall my destiny ultimately entail? Nothing empty as space between planets I felt I had less of a chance as the minutes passed. Go and speak with an angel for she may carry you upward from your bottomless fall…

Alone In A Crowded Room

Down a dark hallway I encountered a familiar face. She led me to an elevator that was encrusted with thousands of broken pieces of mirror. As the light from a red table lamp reflected off of the elevator’s decorations, my friend asked me if I had ever been in this part of the country. I responded that I had not, and as we entered behind the slowly closing doors I wondered why she had not remembered that we chose to stop here when we traveled together. A flash of deep depression suddenly coarsed through my veins. My blood boiled. I put my hand over my eyes. I had hit bottom. She has become so detached. Our brief time together. She did not remember details that I play over in my mind each day. My heart sank like a stone so suddenly. I know this girl and I love her. Summer strawberry’s a brilliant crystal chandelier. She had simply moved on in mind and certainly in body. The elevator bell sounded signaling our arrival at the ballroom. I woke from my dark realization and gestured for her to exit first. She thanked me and walked out into the party greeted by a group of girls, screaming. I made my way toward the bar, alone in a crowded room.

The Buildings On The Street

I don’t appreciate your eyes not finding mine as we pass each other on the street. I wanted to smile slyly as you stopped to read the headlines on the front page of the morning paper. Hot coffee would fill my sagging heart this warm morning if only they would understand. If only you would see how impressive you are. You don’t want recognition, though. I must admit I don’t know how to compliment you. In that blue dress with interest and concern you look closer into your bag. It is leather and shiny. Looking for change to purchase the paper. If find it interesting that you find interesting so much of the world. How can I tell you that? Society is alive and aware, I feel dead, somtimes. Yet, seeing you this morning makes me want to continue down the street. I greet the sunlight straining to be seen between towering legs and torsos which scrape the 8:26am sky and reflects clouds and runs all over us. I would like to know what you were thinking when you awoke today. Was it a good memory? An encounter with an old friend over drinks on a bridge watching water pass underneath gurgling like a baby? Our dreams, I’ve heard, are all of what we entertain ourselves with. Imagine I was beside you earlier on the train. I would liked to have known what kind of music you were listening to. I’m interested in interesting people. Especially people who reflect the sun off their faces more brilliantly than the buildings on the street…