Revanant
i am much younger then i am
my hair is dark and thick
instead of pruned bald
i am lean and meek
feeling hollow
as if weightless
we are at an airport
with no memory of getting their
i had left my hotel room urgently
in a strangers jacket that is mine
i can't find my Swedish wife
whom i miss like a panicked child
and my Asian wife whom i've never met before
and know all to well
is angry
and could care less if i got lost forever
i am going home to my parents house
and i remember that they are dead
but we had just spoken
there will be soup and horderves
and they are waiting for me
on my way
the streets and boulevards are unfamiliar
yet old hat
and no matter how long i walk
i can never find their house
it's located somewhere in Brooklyn
on Haze street in San Francisco
between shadows and smoke
at a numberless address
in a neighborhood unlike i have never known
in a place i've been to countless times before
there are no keys in my pocket
i must have left them at the hotel i cant get back to
no doors to knock on
all
faceless
and
mouths animated voiceless
i have a business
and retain no idea of what i do
i left my cloths somewhere
and i don't know why
in a locality i cant remember
for a reason that doesn't exist
late and expected
i'm desperate to get somewhere
and i know where im going
and nothing awaits me
a beautiful woman smiling offers me pot
she is friends with a girlfriend whom i'm committed too
but do not know and never met
and i want to cheat
but it will ruin everything
so i turn away
killing passion
in an already anchor-less miasma
i remember a past
my life a continuum
of disjointed vagueres
i fear myself a figment
a bodiless revenant
stranded in a fog
of incandescence and shrouds
a dis-junctured soul
that holds life so dear
discovering all an illusion
and that i am really nothing
in a labyrinth of shades
lighted by the sun of cognizance
a wretched phantom
living a dark fiction