Sparks

   First US Printing: Paperback, Gefen, 1995.

   Publishing Rights: Currently Unavailable.



   

 

Catch Me

Catch me
If you can --
But you can't
I've gone...
Escaped:
Down,
Down in the murk of deep memory,
Weightless into the
Ingot-shadowed hull of
The Past,
Far beneath the
Fractured surface of the
Remote present,
The blood of anxious voices,
The frothing of
The mad-dog world.
Blowing blissful bubbles at
The vast pursuit,
I visit
(One after the other)
The watertight compartments of
Days and years flown by.
Each chamber
As I enter
(Stooping to protect skull
and conscience)
Is freshly-swept, meticulously-camphored,
Ennobled,
In twilit-ardor safely sealed:
And calmly,
Where no one ever finds me,
I revel in the varnished-sacred
Gloamings,
And glowingly pretend
That somehow life is
Healed