enigmas ... one single impression

She asked me what I was talking about

I knew what she was saying

The doubts had always been there

She was scary in her upholstered

chair



When things were right we

used to walk

We used to laugh

We used to talk

That’s over now



I wonder if she’ll ever get

up

from the down she knew

it was never in doubt



Sixteen times I’ve told this

tale

And sixteen times I’ve

always failed

My accordion sits beside me

It doesn’t say a thing



And me, well, I’m just

sitting here

Just like always

Always in fear

If I asked her if she’d rise

I know she wouldn’t



When time has ceased to be a

snare

And rabbits dance in

underwear

And kings and goblins are

everywhere

Would that be an enigma?



And still I’m just sitting

and waiting here

Remembering her short black

hair

And wondering if she was

even there

As flies infest my mouth



Enigmas fly as high as her

Enigmas cannot wander south

Enigmas of the kind that are

not mentioned



Just sitting in my nasty

room

A faint reflection

a taste of the womb

a word I never like and

hardly mention



and if you read this and

come away

with a prescient feeling of

some dismay

a vulture’s beak, well, what

I would give to see that



me and my cat

we don’t care

about dancing rabbits in

underwear

they’re pretty but they can’t

abandon madness