Thanatopsis

There’s a guy who has

strong feelings for the

environment in all its forms

and a womon speaks

(pubic hair) for she too, in

special hours, has the likeness

of a cat, or maybe a

homosexual- she shimmers

up to people’s necks.

The time is becoming uncertain,

opening on awareness, feeling

slightly unlike alive.

Another speaks.

More days of holding heat-

seeing about him, indifferent

to the nothing laying about-

the thickness

of waves and people mixing in cement.

To those of relation,

Shutter and do not

go away alone

or do

and become something of

power, ripped and urgent

among the environment,

varying in shades of primary colors,

aging and sitting on the laps

of pretty young people

creating winged kinships

dashing through old photo albums

and departure-

The gay are sad

and each one as before

will chase favorite phantom-

people driving U-Hauls

will come and take their beds-

the gentle sound of it

and crossing yet another street.

a shoulder to the ocean and

error all that comes

into canals and that of moving off,

suddenly larger and no

mindset but the gentle tapping of velvet.